WARNING: If you are likely confused about events that have happened in this fanfiction that didn't happen in canon, that's likely because this isn't following canon, but another story I made called 'Oh Rhonda!'. So, be wary of this fact when you read the story! If you haven't read the first 'Oh Rhonda!', please do so if possible so that you can understand what's going on. Otherwise, continue to enjoy the story!

Welcome back to this next part of the episode! It's been a while, but we're back! Let's continue to see how Olga is doing in her new co-writing business! Anyway, enjoy!

It had been about a week since Olga had been asked by her online friends to help write part of the co-written story that they were doing, and, as expected, Olga was doing her best to look over the story blurbs that her friends had written so far as she tried to think.

"Hmmm... hmmm... okay." Olga gave a nod as she started to type down her ideas. "'But, George', said a very concerned Lucy. 'Surely, our world would be better if we wouldn't communicate with these strange talking creatures'?"

Olga tapped the Enter key twice before writing a new sentence, saying it out, "'It's a must, my dear, for after all...' said the very brave George. 'there is a monster out trying to parafry people, and it is in our civic duty to kill the person responsible once and for all!'"

"Parafry? That's not even a word."

Olga yelped as she turned to see Rhonda coming in, opening the can of her diet soda. "Oh... hi, Rhonda. And parafry is so a word."

"It sounds like you're trying to combine the words 'paralyzed' and 'petrified'." Rhonda pointed out as she settled down on the bed, sipping on her soda. "You have to choose paralyzed or petrified, it can't be both in one word."

"Well, I wanted to say they're dead, but the people I'm writing with aren't really too keen on the whole 'death' idea." Olga explained as she kept typing away.

"So, what, you made up a new word to describe death?" Rhonda asked as she raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, writing is not as easy as it looks, okay? When you're trying to focus on the one project, and trying to focus on another project at the same time, it can be pretty rough!" Olga explained.

"Uh, wait. You're working on TWO co-writing projects at the same time?" Rhonda asked.

"Ugh. Yeah, but I'm mostly focusing on the one that's a crossover between two franchises. I don't really have any interest in the multi-crossover one the guy in charge is doing, but I write anyway..." Olga explained.

Rhonda just stared at Olga with a blank look on her face. "Why didn't you just say you want to commit to the first co-writing story you're doing?"

"No, no, see, he still wants to do it. He just wants to write the other story because one of the other co-writers working on this project takes a long while to write, and..." Olga tried to explain.

But the former rich girl looked down in annoyance as she shook her head. "Mom. Mom! Dial it back a little! You know, if someone isn't committing to their co-writing duties, then they shouldn't be co-writing, now, would they?"

Olga paused for a minute. "I guess, but here's the thing."

She then minimized the window on her computer as she got up to stretch her legs, before walking over to her adopted daughter, giving a small smile. "We really want to make this project work, in our own special way." Olga explained. "And so far, I think we're hitting it off the ground. For example, I just got to this part where the people are trapped and surrounded by a wall because of a wacky misunderstanding."

"Uh huh. Sounds like a good idea so far..." Rhonda smiled. "What's the pay-off?"

"Well, I'm currently writing an episode where people are communicating with each other in their dreams, trying to play their game, but figure out a plan at the same time. There's this slight issue, though, one of the friends of the boss is trying to insert his own scene to 'fix' everything, and it's getting annoying! I just want to tell the story the way I want it to be told, is that wrong?" Olga frowned as she held her head. "Oh Marcie, sometimes it's tough to try to tell your own story in this co-written project when someone's putting their nose in it!"

"My name is Rhonda." Rhonda blinked twice, looking confused. "You called me Marcie."

Olga looked confused at the girl, before laughing. "Oh, Rhonda, of course I know what your name is. I'm using the name Marcie instead of God, because sh-" Olga started to say, before pausing, yelping as she almost realized she gave away some important details about the outside world. "...because it's part of the story I'm planning on doing! Yes, I'm using the name Marcie as a God's name! But it's part of a big plot twist I don't want to say much on until the end!"

Rhonda just stared at Olga strangely. "You look a little... tense."

"Tense? Why would I be?" Olga asked, giving a small, crazed laugh. "I'm feeling fine, sweetie!"

"Well, for one thing, the only time you ever leave the room is when you need to go to your job, or when you need to eat... or when you go out to take a few breaths of fresh air. And even then, when you're not writing your little co-writing projects, you're sitting in front of the TV, playing videos and listening to songs while writing some things down on a notepad!" Rhonda narrowed her eyes at her adopted mother. "I even heard a few stories saying how you told students to just mingle and study while you were sitting down, writing something on a notepad."

"I was writing song lyrics... my own made-up versions... for the co-written story!" Olga explained.

"OLGA! Seriously!" Rhonda said in exasperation, looking in concern. "You're letting this co-writing story take control of your life! As a matter of fact, it seems to me, whoever this "Juice Sonic" is is just dictating what you should do! You're not being given creative freedom, and the friends on his online community is making sure of that!"

Olga narrowed her eyes at her daughter. "Oh come on, Rhonda. They're treating me with good respect. Yes, they're making sure I don't tell the story I want to tell, but they treat me good, they... they..."

Olga groaned as she held her head. "Oh, who am I kidding? You're right, Rhonda. I'm a complete and utter wreck! I'm letting this co-writing take control of my life! But I don't know how to say no or nothing!"

"Well... I'm no expert at this sort of thing... but if you need a little help... maybe Dr. MacFarlane can do something for you." Rhonda said with a sure smile.

Olga raised an eyebrow. "Dr. MacFarlane? Isn't he... I don't know... a little presumptuous?"

"Maybe. I'm not really sure of his qualifications, but that man has... helped me quite a bit in guiding me through life, I think..." Rhonda paused. "Honestly, I do remember glimpses, but not enough to actually know much. Anyway, I better check up on Arnold. He'll need me to help redecorate his room a little bit. But I mean it. You might need a little consulting with Dr. MacFarlane."

Olga paused as she watched her adopted daughter leave the room, but not before finishing the rest of her soda and putting it in the recycling bin next to the door. Olga paused as she looked over at the computer, then back towards the door. She gave a frown and nodded. As she reached for her cell phone, she immediately sat back down in her computer chair. She dialed the number as she was finishing typing up the last bit of the co-written story she had left off on. After all, she wasn't just going to leave this thing unfinished.

"Hello? Can I set an appointment with Dr. MacFarlane, please?" Olga asked.

"You should just quit the project." Dr. MacFarlane simply said.

Olga looked up towards the well-dressed man in confusion. She had just arrived at the doctor's office as she had laid down on the psychiatrist's couch, hoping to get some answers. "But... I haven't even told you my problem yet."

"Oh, sorry. Please, tell me, what's your issue, Miss Pataki?" The psychologist said with a small smile.

"Well... I'm in the middle of a co-writing project with some online friends and-" Olga started to explain.

"You should just quit the project." Dr. MacFarlane repeated his first statement to the young woman.

"Wh-what?" Olga asked in shock. "But here's the thing. I already committed to the project, like, heavily! And I really want this to be seen as a success."

"A success to what? You're writing glorified fanfiction. It's basically just another smudge on the wall while people are still trying to get through basic careers that'll basically go nowhere." Dr. MacFarlane said as he looked down. "Listen, kiddo, let me tell you something about co-writing."

After a moment of silence, the psychiatrist licked his lips a bit before taking a sip of the iced tea lemonade on his desk. "Sometimes, working with a lot of people is hard work, but with the right amount of determination, you can make something work as long as you agree to the terms. From what your face is trying to tell me, the writers you're going online with don't seem to agree with your ideas and just want to do their plots."

"Yeah, tell me about it." Olga mumbled to herself.

"I'm not suggesting much, but maybe you should re-evaluate your life choices before you try to make big commitments of any types." Dr. MacFarlane noted. "Sometimes, it's not that bad, but honestly, you haven't met these people outside the computer. For all you know, they could be common crooks or criminals."

"Come on, I'm not stupid." Olga frowned as she looked over to the psychiatrist. "What do you think I am, a lost child who doesn't know what the hell the Internet is?"

"My point still stands." Dr. MacFarlane crossed his arms in a sure way. "Look, if you feel you need to commit to the project, then go ahead. But if you feel the work is overstressing you, you can always quit and try to focus on your own stories. It's what I would do."

Olga paused as she looked over at Dr. MacFarlane, before giving a smile. "You know, you gave me quite a lot to think about. Thanks."

"Hey, it's like your little girl says, I am quite the best in terms of psychoanalyzing!" Dr. MacFarlane said with a knowing smirk as he crossed his arms. "You know, if you're not busy Sa-"

"I have a boyfriend." Olga quickly said as she got up and started to exit out the door, much to Dr. MacFarlane's disappointment.

"Oh, right. Yeah, I suppose the boyfriend thing makes sense, eh... yeah." Dr. MacFarlane said as Olga shut the door. After a moment, the psychiatrist frowned in disappointment as he shook his head. "And to think, I finally was getting somewhere close with a new patient!"

And we reached the end of the third part! How did you guys like it? Next time, more Olga moments as we'll try to go back to more Arnda stuff soon! Anyway, read, review, criticize and suggest, folks!