Well.........I have been watchin' by Lenore #11 at Screenblast and it proves Mr. Gosh is a perverted..........thingy! An April Foolish kinda eppy. AND I bought and read all the JtHMs. This chapter will I believe be the last because I have a Back to the Future take-off(see mah bio) concerning Zim and staring Gir that I've been meaning to do. If you've never seen that series then VIEW IT. Tis good. I must cancel Vengeance due to it's Mary-Sueness and although that is repairable I do not have the time and no longer anything encouraging me to continue it. I've lost interest and not enough reviews is it getting. REVIEWS MATTER!! I had a cool, surprising, and exciting idea for that fic too. If anyone feels they has enough spare time and some strange urge to finish it (which I doubt) then e-mail me and I'll let you in on my ideas. You may choose to ignore them. On with the finale of the fanfic! And I can assure you I'll probably end it with dialogue. I write this stuff up here that you should be ignoring before I write the actual fic so I don't know for certain. I usually have ideas but they alter when I type them up. Ah well. Now for real, on wit da fic. Or disclaimer of doom at least.....

Disclaimer: Moo ICKY BICKY BOO! I see that you envy my poopy noodle boy attempt of nuclear waste! AHHHH!! THE SQUIRREL IS AFTER ME CORNS!! *jumps on Moose who's just escaped from the wall* Quickly, to the bat-mobile!!! For I own nothing but the horrid crossover plot and story! STEAL IT AND MY PINKY TOES WILL WIGGLE, ALERTING ME OF YOUR VILE PIGGY-FILLED COFFE-MUG CAKE! I almost put won instead of own!! I AM WRITING THIS BEFORE I EVEN GOT REVIEWS FROM MY LAST CHAPTER! RAMEN!

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For the past few hours or so, our hero type character has been dragging his eaten-into friend along on the sidewalk. Inch by inch and has yet to make it far. Actually, Ragamuffin was too busy concentrating on carrying Lenore that he wasn't measuring how far he'd gone. His goal was to make it to that hill in the distance and the house on it where all the dark clouds suddenly want to gather due to bribery before the current area bribed the darkness more so into coming there so that one could no longer tell the difference. Do I sound like Douglas Adams suddenly?

"Okay...how about........we just go over........here...and rest......" Ragamuffin said between pants while he turned off onto the lawn of a run down house. Looked abandoned. The grass felt familiar though. The dirt seemed......hollow. But whatever, all that didn't have a say in whether he was going to stop there or not. What did have a shouting, rudely loud, and personally I believe obnoxious voice in the situation was the sun. It was early morning, around two or three. In a matter of time that didn't equal more or less then 3 or so hours, the star closet to earth would dance up from the nightclub entitled Horizon. There is a one day old kitten asleep and twitching in my lap. It's very kawaii. So soft and cuddly. Help me.

Ragamuffin carried away himself and Lenore into a dark and oddly damp side of the shack and leaned the dead one against the shimmering wall. Why did it shine? He was too busy falling to the ground as if fainted to care. After a few minutes of resting Ragamuffin looked over to her. She had slid down the wall due to it's strange slipperyness. But that worked out okay because he needed to check what damage had been caused before. ((a/n: My toe itches and it hurts. My eye is sore, too. You dun care, I know. Meanie.))

He got up and walked over, with those squiggly appendages known affectately known as hands behind his back. Wait, those doll arms are hardly hands...oh well. You know what I mean. And if you don't, jump off a cliff. Seriously, I'd love to have a tape of someone doing so but have yet to find someone who would. Whoa, I've hardly written any dialogue! Am I ill? Oh, here we are...

"Hmmm.....what eh? Not much injury at all. But enough to have woken anyone normal. Oh, well I've just stated the problem. Hmmmmmm....." Ragamuffin ceased his professional's act and kneeled down to examine closer. The pitch dark didn't matter, seeing as he was normally nocturnal to start with. Pulling away just the tattered part of her shirt he was able to see the wide but shallow dent clearer. It was a bloody wound but not very critical.

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"YOU ATE MEEEEEEEEE!"

"I've already explained to you I didn't."

"And in a very not nice place!! EEEE!"

"It was that evil cat thing with fangs and great big...claws! I dragged you away and was only checking to make sure you weren't dead!"

There was a pause of confusion due to Ragamuffin's choice of words.

".......but I am dead. Aren't I? DID YOU MAKE ME ALIVE OR SUMTHIN'?!"

"What? No--"

"Hey why is this wall all wet?" Lenore's short attention span was redirected to a wall. The kitten is now in my shirt. I woke it with a sigh. Now the head is not in my shirt but still connected to the body. Ahhhhhh, it's alien all over!!

"I don't know.." He leaned a hand against it too then brought it back and sniffed it. Then licked it. "It's blood."

"Eeeew...you eat blood!"

After just a few seconds later the following noise came:

"What are you doing?"

The duo turned to the shadows and saw a dark figure, a silhouette if you may. Lenore made an "ooooo face" while Ragamuffin just stared. The figure faced him. "Oh.......so it's you again. Nailbunny told me that you escaped. He didn't want me to find you, but you've found me instead. I was just coming out to get the blood from this wall and transfer it to another inside my house." A mess of bodily fluids, bones, and flesh was prodded with a boot. "You know, any of my......vistors.....could tell you what happens when you leave without a good-bye."

There was a flash of silver as the knife flew down and they were dragged inside.

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Okay, okay. So it didn't end with dialogue. And I guess this isn't the last chapter afterall. Most likely cuz I'm too lazy. Whoo, a Roman Dirge section at last! I bugged them several times for it but after no response I had Nny take care of things *evil smile*. Seems to have worked. I watched a cool Tales from the Crypt just now. It was about this grumpy poop head who's wife loved animals and had many pets. The poo-head decided to take on taxidermy after his neighbor told him to take on a hobby, slow down with life, and work out an agreement with his wife. I think the taxidermy person's name was Jhonass or Jhonen. Spooky......I loved the ending, the lady saved her last animal and performed a messy taxidermy on her husband and told the traumatized neighbor that he's slowed down now and is so much happier. A smile was stitched to his lips. I'm pretty sure the name was Jhonass but one can hope, yes? The title of the episode was Final Collection or something like that. Collectionishy related. Midnight Syndicate rules!!!Um......*ahem* ^-^;;