"Why are we in an office?" Bakura asked as he looked at his surroundings.

"That is because the girl who is writing this fanfiction wanted to make an announcement." Marik explained.

"The writer that I want to murder?"

"No! She is the writer who wrote the writer who is writing the fanfiction which is actually being written by the writer who is writing the writer."

"Nothing you just said made any sense."

The office door opened a crack, just enough to reveal a bloodshot eye that was staring at them. But the two boys didn't panic because they knew it was the writer - the real one - who wanted to join the discussion; because she saw that if she left it entirely to them, nothing would get explained.

"I realize now that it wasn't a good idea to upload the 1st draft. 'Cause it's like that one guy said: The first draft of anything is beep."

Bakura cocked an eyebrow. "Is what?"

"Is beep." There was a long pause. "I censor myself. Anyhow. For now I will leave the old chapters up, but I'll be replacing them once I completely finish the fanfic. I know this kinda sucks, but think of it this way. The finished result will probably be WAY better than what I currently have up. And once it's finished, I'll be able to upload a whole bunch of chapters at once. And-"

Bakura pushed the door shut, cutting her off and damaging the teenage girl's nose; both of which made him very happy.

After letting out a few yowls of pain, the writer continued. "As I'm doing that though, you guys can send me requests and ideas for new scenes or how to improve some of the chapters that are currently up."

"Oh bugger." The white haired boy sat down on one of the swivel chairs. "We're probably going to get a swarm of badly written sex scene suggestions." He kept to himself the fact that he hoped they would.

"All of those suggestions shall be ignored." Marik announced. "Ignored, I say! Unless they truly capture my sexiness. Those are okay."

"No they're not!" The writer's voice called out from behind the door.

Bakura leaned back, making his chair give out a faint creak. "So, are we going to be giving these people who help out anything in return? After all, we can't just ask for suggestions with the vague promise of being able to finish the story."

"I'm glad you asked!" Marik also sat down. But instead of continuing what he was saying, he made the swivel chair spin, lifting his hands up in the air as he did. "Whee!"

"Marik." Bakura groaned. "Just answer the bloody question."

"Oh, right." After letting the chair come to a complete stop, Marik continued. "All those who successfully give suggestions that are not descriptive porn or don't show off my beautiful bottom shall receive prizes for an unlimited time only!"

"Marik, I think you mean-"

"Those of you who are able to give us a measly handful of ideas or dialog shall be credited at the end of the chapters that contain their suggestions. The ones who have a whole scene in mind shall receive a Yu-Gi-Oh: The Abridged Series short story of their choosing. And the chosen few who agree to become beta readers shall receive an entire Yu-Gi-Oh: The Abridged Series fanfiction, which shall also be of their choosing."

"Why is she asking for beta readers?"

"Um . . . I don't know." Marik pushed the ground with his feet, making the chair roll across the room until it stopped in front of the door. "Why are you looking for beta readers?"

"'Cause I suck at writing and I need someone to point out all of the ways that I suck so that I can, well, not suck. And also, I can't guarantee that all of your suggestions will be put into the final product, but you will still get credit nonetheless."

"So pick up that phone and dial the number at the bottom of the screen!"

Bakura rolled his eyes. "There is no number."

"Well then how in the name of crap are they going to send their suggestions?"

"They can by simply sending the writer a PM."

"Whoa!" Joey, who had been sitting in the corner, held up his hands. "Too much information!"

"There's no S at the end." The writer pointed out. "PM just stands for Private Message."

"Oh." Joey crossed his arms and remained silent until, "So what are you guys talking about anyway?"

"Sod this bollocks." Bakura got up and faced Marik as he pointed at the door marked EXIT with his thumb. "Let's go watch Cannibal Holocaust."

"Again?" The two of them began making their way out of the room. "Geez, Bakura. How many times have you seen that frigging movie?"

"The classics are supposed to be watched repeatedly."

"So start sending in those suggestions." The writer said. "And while you do, I'll try to explain what's going on to Joey."

"Nyeh?"