"You know what?" Mimi said, pushing her glass down the table.

"Surprise me.." Matt sighed, banging his head on the table. It had been a long night, and he hadn't got drunk enough to enjoy Mimi's company.

"I think I like..." Mimi paused mid-sentance, waiting for her brain to catch up with her mouth. "VANILLA!" she cried in an overly loud tone. Matt began banging harder.

"Cheer up Matt" a mysterious voice from behind Matt chanted. Matt spun around on his chair, old skool style.

"Who are you?" He asked, not caring much. Anything to get away from Mimi's constand talking.

"I am the Ghost of Christmas Past" The person creating the voice said.

"Ohh, was that what made me throw up last Christmas?" Mimi asked, blinking wildly.

"No! That was the Geese, after a Christmas Fast" The strange person replied.

"I was pretty sure it was her bulemia that made her do it." Matt replied, taking a sip from his glass.

"You know there is nothing in there, right?" The Ghost asked. Matt placed the glass down, then picked it up again.

"Yeah, yeah I do." He replied, taking another swift of fresh air. Mimi stood up and demanded to go to the little girls room.

"It's called a toilet, Mimi!" Matt shouted at her. She was busy questioning seven foot tall man's hat.

"So is it SUPPOSED to look all brown and vomity?" She asked, accidentally pushing the man's drink over with her elbow. It spilled and, using the beer mats as gutters, ran down onto the mans jeans.

"Oh, i'm sorry. I was just off to the little girl's room. I'm sure there's one for ugly people over there too." She said helpfully. As it turned out, this wasn't helpful for the man or Matt, who was soon to be on the reciving end of this man's fist.

The man grunted and stood up. Matt twisted around quickly and grabbed Mimi before attempting to make a run for it. His progress was hindered by Mimi's high heels getting stuck in the floorboard. And as she reminded him "You can't leave a Guggchi like that". Matt sighed, he thought that she probably believed it'd die unhappy as it didn't forfil its lifelong ambition of touching someones feet all day. Infact, this was just the opposite. She believe that when a shoe died they came back as worse shoes if they had done bad in their previous life. Therefore a shoe that doesn't have to touch someone's feet for long was a shoe that did a good job in a past life. On the bottom of the reincarnation line was the trainer - always getting all sweaty and horrible.

"Err, excuse me Mr Seven Foot Tall and Built Like an Ox, but it appears that my friends shoe is stuck, so if you hit us now you wouldn't have had a fair chance to chase us." Matt said to the over closening man.

"You should have said Ugly like an Ox" Mimi corrected. Matt was under the impression she should have been born without a mouth, but whenever he trys to repeat this opinion the mouth always disagrees. If there was one thing scarier then being trapped in a small room with a Diaboromon on an all beans diet was being trapped in a room playing vocal scrabble with Mimi.

After a second of realisation Matt decided that the best offense was a good defense, so he tipped over a nearby table and ran like a girl out of the bar. As he approached his home, he wondered what did happen to the Ghost of Christmas Past...

END