Kanashimi here.  Yeah, that's right: it's me, The Narrator's little sister.  Ummmm…we're having some technical difficulties right now…

Narrator: (curled up in a ball on the floor) 0111000110101 base two does not make a persuasive speech a primary pollutant!  You're not listening to me!  Why can't you annuities understand the pathos that is in me?!  Why? (begins sobbing)

Kanashimi: *sweatdrop*

Saitou: What's wrong with the ahou?

Kanashimi: Finals.  And this is only the second day, too.

Saitou: You mean…she's going to get worse?

Kanashimi: Yup.

Narrator: (a la Escaflowne's Dilandau) Chiku…chiku…chiku…must burn…must burn…hahahaha…moero…moero!...MOERO!!...MOECHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!  BUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Saitou: O_O  I can't deal with another insane woman!  Make her better, now!

Kanashimi: Calm down, Pookie.  I've already tried the usual stuff: Escaflowne videos, Gundam Wing pics, Kenshin music, Sorcerer Hunters manga, but it just doesn't seem to work!

Narrator: (twitching convulsively) Destroy…destroy…A = R[(1-(1+i)^-n)/i] and secondary pollutants inform photochemical arrays of 3x4!  Hydrocarbons will take over the world!  And squirrels will reign supreme!  AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!  WE'RE ALL DOOMED!  DOOOOOOOOOOOOMED!

Saitou: Try again!  She's starting to froth at the mouth!  And stop calling me Pookie!

Kanashimi: There's something I haven't tried…

Saitou: What?  What haven't you tried?!

Kanashimi: I haven't tried using Bob.

Saitou: Bob?

Kanashimi: Her laptop.  Normally, if she ever finds out that I'm messing with it, she snaps out of whatever mood she's in…

Saitou: Good enough! (takes out his katana)

Kanashimi: Pookie?  What are you doing?
Saitou: Stop calling me Pookie, woman!  And I'm going to snap her out of her insanity right now! (prepares to Gatotsu Bob)  Aku, Soku,…

Kanashimi: Pookie, matte!  Dame!  You didn't let me explain…!

Suddenly, The Narrator's Authorspace becomes reeeaaalllyy quiet.  Quiet, except for the sound of low, deep breathing…

Kanashimi: Ano…nee-chan?

Narrator: (think Hannibal Lector) Nee-chan?  I'm sorry, nee-chan's not here at this time…(gets up off the floor)  No, she's not here…

Kanashimi: (grabs onto Saitou) Ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshiiiiit…!

Saitou: (a tad worried at this point)

Narrator: (glares at Kanashimi and Saitou with glowing pink eyes) Hello, Kanashimi.

Kanashimi: SHIIIIIITT!  RUUUUUUUUUUNNNNN!!!  (sprints away as fast as she can, hauling Saitou behind her)

Narrator: You can run, but you'll only die tired…hahahahahaha…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Saitou: What happened?!

Kanashimi: Pookie, I love you to death, but have I ever told you that you can be a real baka sometimes?

Saitou: Nani?

Kanashimi: My sister's a fanfic authoress!  Bob is what she writes her fics on!  Give you a clue why we're hauling ass?!

Saitou: …oh.  KUSO!  RUN FASTER, WOMAN!!!

Kanashimi: This is a call for help!  Can anyone out there find a way to cure my sister?  Preferrably before she kills us?!

Narrator: (singing) A huntsing we will go, a huntsing we will go, HI-LO A MERRY-O, A HUNTSING WE WILL GO!!

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