ELP: Back again!!!! And for Kitty-Ichijouji, no need no do that. I appreciate it, but I don't to be bowed to. It reminds me
of when I was 8......a bad year for me...
Sammy: Sorry you don't own digimon, ELP.
Ken: Um, try not to think about Akaimia.
ELP: *breaks down crying* My fault.....My fault.....
Ken: Oh dear...
Sammy: Crud.
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18, Miyako and Ken were digesting there meal. 18, for the first time, had been beaten in a pancake eating contest. It was an incredible event. Miyako was stunned that Ken could eat so much. His stomach bulged a little, making him look funny. He was rocking back and forth in his chair. Without warning, he fell sideways out of his chair, into Miyako's long arms. He felt woozy. 18 felt the same way. Without warning, she dashed to the bathroom, and weird hurling sounds came from the bathroom when she went in. Ken laughed.


" That'll teach ya to mess wit' da champ!!" He slurred out from his position in Miyako's arms. He got up and fell down, and tried again. He stood and used the chair as a support. Miyako could understand his situation. He just ate 60 pancakes, really fast, and is feeling sick as a dog. Miyako took one arm around his waist and helped him onto the couch-looking thing. They sat down. Ken looked like he was drunk.18 emerged from the bathroom.


" Sorry guys, but the chef [hic] made her special [hic] rum pancakes. There was [hic] alcohol in them." She continued to hiccup while she made her way to the kitchen area.


" That's [hic] why da world is spinning! [hic] No [hic] wonder I see dead people! [hic]" He slurred out again. Yep, he was officially bombed on rum pancakes. Miyako rubbed his back.


"Don't worry, you'll [hic] be alright. Oh no!!! I've started to [hic] up! NO!!!" Miyako started to hiccup. In other rooms, everyone else was effected by the pancakes. Miyako could here them hiccup. She groaned.


" All people are dismissed from training until sober. That is all." The intercom bummed out.


" Wow...... big voice. [hic] Hey, [hic] I wonder what'll happen if I [hic] push dat big button ova there?" Ken slurred again. He got up and went to this really big red button. He was about to press it when 18 dashed in front of him.


" Oh No you [hic] don't! That button is to trigger [hic] the intercom! [hic]" She hiccupped out. Ken fell backwards into Miyako's
awaiting arms. He was out like a light.


" He's really bombed! [hic] You think he'll be [hic] alright?" Miyako asked 18. 18 shook her head.


" Not [hic] sure. He probably will [hic] be, but it will take an [hic] hour to ware off. I suggest we drag [hic] him to the sick [hic] bay and let him sleep.[ hic] He'll need it anyway." She replied. And hiccupped. This went on for the hour they were at the sick bay. Ken groaned and got off the table slowly, and fell down into Miyako again.


" You make a nice person to hold people up." He said, half awake. Miyako laughed. Ken gained his compositor and was able
to walk again.


" Good, your awake. Remind me to remind the chef not to make the rum pancakes again. That was not cool. Or nice of her. Anyway, you better start doing your 1000 push-ups, NOW." She ordered. Ken and Miyako mock bowed.


" Oh, yes, queen of the living dead. We will do the cruddy push-ups and eat the rummy pancakes!" They mocked her. Her face morphed into an angry one, and they dashed and started the push-ups. It was going to be a long day. Ken was smirking the whole time. Miyako didn't get why he was smiling. She brushed it off as a good night sleep or a good mood.
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ELP: I'm okay now! Like it? Hate it?
Sammy: R&R!