Krillin woke up to the larks. The funny thing about larks is that-if you time it right-always wake you up at around noon. * His first thought was- if I wasn't so peaceful I'd burn all those damn larks. His second thought was-What did I do last night? I feel like crap. His third thought was- ohshit. He sat up, the sheets falling to his lap. "OhShitOhShitOhShitOhShitOhShit!" he cried, his head in his hands. "Bulma.18.oh, I'm so screwed!" he cried hopelessly. He put his pants on and shuffled sadly to the living room. "Uh-oh," he said. "But.momma.I didn't do anything!" sobbed Marrin. "Bull!" cried 18. "Do you see anyone else here who would do this?" she shouted, gesturing to the entire living room. Krillin put a hand over his face. "Not good," he groaned. The place looked even worse in the daylight. Seven giant holes scarred the walls. There was a rather large dent where Shen Long's head had been. Plaster, dust, and smashed pottery coated the floor. A bird or two roosted in the rafters. [Note to self: do not summon dragons indoors ever, ever, again. ]Krillin thought. "Don't blame Marrin. Uh.it was me. I summoned a dragon in here. " Marrin nodded through sobs, continuing to brush here Barbie's hair. 18 smiled a motherly smile. "Isn't that sweet, trying to cover for Marrin. Don't lie, honey, someone as cool as you would never do this. Clean up this mess, Marrin, then I'm getting out my belt and I'M BEATING YOUR ASS!" Marrin's lip quivered. Krill in shrugged. "Can't fight the system," he mumbled and got himself a Coke. Vanilla Coke.

______________________________ *Punctual things, these larks.