Folkie's Birthday

by Crystal Twilight

Part 1: A birthday Folkie will never forget... Part 2: Christmas, Vionestyle! Part 3: A Hyper Halloween Part 4: A Day in the Psycho Ward

16. Dalet Can't Open the Door

Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne. I own nothing of value except a stereo that I can't find the instructions for so I can fix my poor radio… --; I also don't own Inu-Yasha, Herbal Essences, Veggie Tales, YM, or anything else mentioned in here. Yeah, so don't sue me. Thanks. Oh yeah, and don't take offense by any bashing I do… Just warning everyone ahead of time… ^_^;

A/N: I'm glad you guys like this! Oh yeah, I changed my name! Isn't that special??? Now I'm Crystal Twilight! Ladeda! * Dances around in her evil new gymnastics leotard and her PE shorts * I hate Kim the evil gymnastics instructor! I will continue to do my back walkovers and laugh when I fall on my head! I will not do stupid pushups as punishment! * Readers give her an odd look as she rambles * I wish I had a water buffalo! Oops… Sorry, wrong fic… Lol… ^_^; Sugar, it's crazy, isn't it? Anyways, this is the last in this mini-series… You'll find out the next one at the bottom… (Don't scroll down there! * Slaps readers hand *) Read and Review! Enjoy!

Chapter 16: Dalet Can't Open the Door

"DO I HAVE TO DO THIS? CAN'T I CALL IN FOR A SUBSTITUTE OR SOMETHING?!" Dr. Touchy Feelings Guy whined as his receptionist hauled him away from the window he was about to leap out of.

"DEAL WITH IT! I WANNA RETIRE TO FLORIDA!" The receptionist replied angrily. He was REALLY cute, but he was so wimpy.

"Fine… Just add extra marshmallows to my hot chocolate…" He muttered dejectedly.

"Mom still won't let you drink coffee?" The receptionist arched an eyebrow in amusement.

"No… You'd think after living with me for 30 years she'd move on… She doesn't believe that Mona is right for me…" The doctor grumbled in annoyance.

"It could be cuz she's a cat…" She sweatdropped.

"Hey, I don't go judging YOUR relationships!" He shot back angrily.

"At least MY boyfriends are TYPICALLY human, except for Ralph, but that was a one-time thing…" She trailed off.

"Oh, whatever. Send stupid what's his face in…" He collapsed in his chair, doodling all his patients getting run over by cement mixers in his notebook.

"I shoulda listened to Mom… She told me to be a pro basketball player instead of a stupid psychiatrist… But I'm not gonna get any taller for the love of God; I'm 6'4… She should go…" Dilandau burst in and he instantly silenced.

"Soooooooooooo... You're doctor-whatever-your-name-is-cuz-I-don't-know-and-I-don't-care!" Dilly beamed.

"That I am... That I am... Now you must be that moronic pyro I've heard of... Please sit down... Take a load off your tiny brain..." The doctor bade him comfortingly.

"Whatever...! Anyhoo, are you giving out free mints or something...? Cuz that's the rumor in the other room and pretty much the only reason I haven't torched the whole place..." Dilandau babbled aimlessly, propping his feet on the doctor's desk.

"Uh... I don't have mints to give you... But let's share FEELINGS...!" He tried to coax Dilly not to flambé his office.

"I don't like feelings..." Dilly muttered in annoyance.

"Like that time that Hitomi said we should share our feelings with the world and started going around saying that we were lovers and that Van would have to kill me to get her love back and when Folken told me he'd feel better about my future if I got a job so I got an internship at that schnitzel factory and..."

"On second thought!" The doctor interjected.

"Nurse! Get some mints for our esteemed guest!" He pulled the girl over.

"And maybe some sedatives..." He hissed in her ear, letting her go, still grinning falsely at the babbling pyro.

"And then my Auntie Blair told me that my pet pig was actually dinner and that his name was actually Sam, NOT Rufus! How he convinced me he was a naked mole rat I'll never know..." He rambled on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and...

"I THINK THEY GET THE POINT!" Hitomi shrieked, bursting into the room.

"Come on Dilly-kins! You have to beat up big bad ol' Van for me so I'll be yours forever!" She latched onto his arm, dragging him back into the donut room.

"BUT I DON'T WANNA!" He protested weakly, trying to dig his perfectly filed nails into the floor in attempts to keep himself from being taken into the land of stupid people... not to mention the blondes...

"I TAKE THAT OFFENSIVELY! IT'S A WIG!" Allen shrieked in annoyance.

"Pay up, Naria..." Eriya nudged her sister.

"Fine, find... Stupid moose... I never should have bought that "It's all natural!" garbage..." Naria grumbled, passing her sister a twenty.

"Now I can go buy that new Veggie Tales CD I wanted..." Eriya mused happily as Naria continued to curse her and Allen's wig to he-

"Excuse me. Children could be reading this." A small man walked by, shaking his finger at the author.

"To... places with lots of bunnies and gophers... and moles... cuz they're... allergic...! Yeah... THAT'S the ticket!" Naria excused herself quickly, flopping down on the reception room couch.

"She is SO weird…" Eriya rolled her eyes, grabbing a YM and flopping down next to Allen on the parallel couch. Allen lifted a hand, before she grabbed his wrist, squeezing it enough to briefly cut off his circulation.

"Don't EVEN think about it, Blondie…" She murmured threateningly, releasing his arm as he scooted away.

"Ew… Is that Christina Aguilera…?" Her face turned in disgust.

"Dang… WHAT has that girl been smoking? And what's up with that nose ring?! What is she hiding?!" She rambled on as everyone gave her an odd look.

"Uh… Yeah… Old-Anorexic-Guy… You're up…" The receptionist signaled to the nurse the psycho sign, gesturing at Eriya who glared in annoyance, growling.

"And on further news… Britney Spears has said the following… "I have a confession to make… I'm not a girl OR a woman… I'm a man!" Hollywood was shocked when Spears pulled off her blonde wig and ran away, revealing her bald head…" The radio crackled.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Allen shrieked.

"MY MENTOR! THE WOMAN I LEARNED EVERYTHING FROM!"

"That explains a lot…" Hitomi whispered to Van.

"Her "Buns of Steel and Thinner Thighs" video changed my life!" Allen wailed.

"But you're still fat!" Millerna commented bluntly.

"And since when did Britney Spears have time to make an exercise video?" Van asked.

"NO! YOU CANNOT GO BUY IT!" Hitomi whacked him over the head as he groaned in protest.

"ABUSE! ABUSE!" He commented, shielding his head as Hitomi growled at him.

"I AM NOT FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!" Allen cried, running out of the room. The receptionist nodded and the nurse quickly barred the door.

"Yeah… Anyway… Come on, Dornkirk-thing, the doctor has a bed-time y'know!" The receptionist chided, pulling the old guy by the arm into the strange doctor's office.

"I PROTEST! I CAN SEE THE FUTURE!" Dornkirk screamed, desperately trying to avoid being forced into the room of scariness.

"Sure! Sure! We had a woman in here just last week who could see the future! Turned out it was a spider, makin' a web in her empty skull! We'll have you fixed right up!" She dragged the old man in.

"ACK! NO! FOLKEN! DILANDAU! SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE ME!" Shrieked the anorexic man.

"Uh… Yeah… Whatever… Do you think this is airbrushed?" He gestured at a picture in his magazine to Folken who glanced at it uninterestedly.

"WHY would they airbrush a flame-thrower?" Folken rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"They know us connoisseurs can tell quality from shi-" Dilly replied when an old man injected.

"THE CHILDREN!" The strange old man shrieked.

"Uh… In case you didn't know… The author's only 14 and this is PG-13 so technically when she was 12 and started WRITING this fic, if it had the current rating, she couldn't READ it…" Folken commented.

"And since when can't anyone cuss…? Everyone's been calling each other bad words since it BEGAN!" He gave the old man an odd look.

"They pay me to say this stuff… Gimme a break… I have a hamster and two gerbils to support…" He wandered away as Dilly arched an eyebrow before going back to his magazine.

"So… Tell me Mr… Dornkirk…? Well that's an unusual name… Let's start there…" Dr. Touchy Feelings Guy began, as the receptionist tied him to the chair.

"My mom's name was Dorn, my dad's name was Kirk, that's all there is to it." Dornkirk replied flatly.

"Okay… Uh… I'll get right down to it… What CAUSED you to have this eating disorder?" He asked bluntly.

"I DON'T HAVE AN EATING DISORDER!" He shrieked angrily.

"I'm sorry, Dornkirk, but that's kinda hard to believe… I mean… You're just skin and bones…" The doctor commented on his frail form.

"TECHNICALLY, I should have been dead several centuries ago, so I SUPPOSE that would make sense!" He commented in obvious annoyance.

"I NEED A CAPPUCHINO! SOMEBODY GET ME MY AGENT!" He jumped into the air, slid out of the ropes and did several back flips before turning to the door.

"Didn't anyone tell you? First-runner up at the Olympics! Old geezers division! Toodles!" He strolled out as the doctor gave an exasperated groan.

"Think of the money… Think of the money…" He murmured his mantra for dealing with these whackos.

"So, how'd it go?" Hitomi asked absently, thumbing through "PSYCHICS: A Magazine for You Freaks Out There".

"I've never been so humiliated in my entire life!" Dornkirk replied, sitting down next to her.

"That's nice. Naria, your turn, Hun." She flipped to the next page.

"Wow… Look! A pretty sheet thing for Tarot reading! I must get it!" She looked for the order form in the back as Van rolled his eyes hopelessly.

"BUT I DON'T WANNA!" Naria whined.

"WELL YOU'RE GONNA!" Hitomi argued back.

"Hey! That rhymed!" Van sweatdropped as she clapped her hands in excitement.

"Oh whatever." Naria stormed into the office.

"I was born on a cabbage farm. My twin sister ate bugs. I was married five times and I think I divorced all of them. My hair is naturally silver. I have Peladophobia. I have built a shrine to Bob the tomato and his theme park will be coming out sometime next year. I am madly obsessed with Folken and I WILL become Mrs. Naria Fanel. Thank you." She nodded as the doctor gave her a disbelieving look.

"The fear of bald people?" He asked her incredulously.

"I have nightmares." She commented, standing up and walking away.

"Well this day has been anything but productive…" The doctor muttered, staring out the window.

"Bring in the next one."

"Yeah. Whatever." The receptionist smacked her gum, pushing in the next girl.

"Weren't you just in here?" The doctor looked up in confusion. She gave him an annoyed look and it hit him.

"You're twins! That's right! I get it now!"

"You are slow, aren't you?" Eriya commented bluntly.

"What did you say?" He asked in insult.

"You really are. You're no smarter than Allen. So why are we paying you to "cure" us of the psychological problems we DON'T have?" Eriya continued as he gave her a stunned look.

"I'll pay you anything! Just don't tell anyone!" He sobbed.

"Then you'll be funding the theme park my sister and I are involved with. Thank you for your help, Doctor. I think you've changed my life." She exited and the doctor sighed.

"Women…" He moaned hopelessly.

"Oh yeah. That Gatty guy is throwing up. Ate some bad kiwi or something… Should I bring him over?" The receptionist asked.

"God no!" The psychiatrist replied, making violent gestures.

"Okay. He's pretty cute, I may have to go chat him up when my shift's over." The receptionist commented dreamily.

"I pity the fool." The doctor replied as the receptionist whacked up him upside the head.

"Send in the next hopeless victim, will you…?" He asked a bit dazedly as she exited.

A tall, coffee-haired boy walked in. He sported a black and blue leather uniform. He had calculating gray eyes and a cautious manner about him. He sat down, closing his eyes, a carefree smile crossing his lips as he leaned back in his chair. (A/N: Fangirls are drooling… Gotta love Migel-kun! ^^;)

"What is your name, Zaibach soldier?" Dr. Touchy Feelings Guy asked in a deep, booming voice.

"It's Migel." The boy responded automatically.

"It's Migel, Lavelier."

"Yeah… Alright… I just always wanted to do that!" The thirty-year-old beamed.

"Now… My info says… You are best friends with a guy named… Zangi…? No… That's not right… Zongi! Yeah! That's it!"

"WE ARE NOT FRIENDS!" Migel shrieked.

"HE KILLED ME!"

"Then how are you alive?" The doctor asked pointedly.

"Ask the stupid author!" Migel replied in annoyance. He was then flattened on the floor.

"OUCH! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"

"DO NOT INSULT THE WAYS OF THE MYSTERIOUS AUTHOR OR YOUR DOOM SHALL BE SWIFT!" A voice echoed.

"Yeah, Yeah, whatever." Migel muttered, getting back into his chair.

"So when did you get this strange obsession with saying your best friends killed you?" He asked in interest.

"HE'S NOT MY BEST FRIEND, YOU IDIOT!" Migel screeched.

"Well, your time's up. Send in the next bonehead, I mean… Troubled mind." The doctor corrected himself quickly.

"BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The cry went up.

"ACK! SHEEP! I'M ALLERGIC!" The doctor shrieked, jumping up on his desk.

Guimel entered, cocking his head and baahing loudly at the doctor.

"IT MUST BE HALF-SHEEP, HALF-MAN!"

"IT'S OKAY DOCTOR! I'LL GET THE INSECT REPELLANT!" The receptionist shrieked, scrambling into her office.

"WHAT GOOD WILL THAT DO?!" The doctor screamed, throwing potted plants at Guimel. Guimel blinked, baahing louder.

"OH GOSH! I THINK IT'S GONNA ATTACK!"

"DOWN GUIMEL! DOWN!" Hitomi ran in, cracking a whip. The psychiatrist gave her a wary look.

"Sorry… He gets a bit feisty without his Danish!" She shoved one in his mouth and walked out as the psychiatrist sweatdropped.

"So… Mr. Sheep… I mean! Mr. Shitumi… Do you have… problems…?" The doctor tried to word it carefully.

"Bah… I don't know what you mean…" Guimel muttered, giving him a sheepish grin.

"Are you… sure…?" The psychiatrist asked again.

"Of course. Ya don't think I'd pull the wool over your eyes, do ya?"

"Yes…" The doctor muttered as Guimel gave him an odd look.

"I mean… Uh…"

"DOCTOR! I GOT THE INSECT REPELLANT!" The receptionist ran down, spraying Guimel down with bug spray as he bleated in alarm.

"ACK! NO! SHEEP!" Kiddi Chi appeared just then, whacking the bug spray away so Guimel could escape. She then gave a lecture on how we should be kind to our sheepy friends and vanished.

(A/N: Sorry guys… Inside joke… ^_^;)

"They REALLY don't pay me enough for this job…" Dr. Touchy Feeling Guys murmured, his head sinking to the desk.

"Uh… Yeah… I'll be going now!" The receptionist fled, slightly afraid of the author's sheep-obsessed friend.

"Hi. My name is Chesta and I have a problem." The next boy filed in, sitting down.

"FINALLY! SOMEONE STRAIGHTFORWARD!" The man sighed in relief.

"So what's wrong with you?"

"Well… I…" He whispered in the psychiatrist's ear.

"What?" He couldn't understand him. So he tried again.

"What?"

"I HAVE A SPLIT PERSONALITY!" Chesta sprang up out of his chair, giggling insanely.

"I LIKE WAFFLES?! DO YOU LIKE WAFFLES?! I LIKE WAFFLES!" He danced around as Gatty ran in.

"OH! PINCH ME! A PARTY!" He shrieked happily.

"OUCH!" He felt a pinch on his arm.

"I didn't mean literally, Chesta…" He growled. He then immediately went back into happy mode.

"WANNA GO TO THE MALL?!"

"LET'S GO TO THE MALL!" The jumped up and down in excitement.

"Maybe it's Maybelline…" Gatty ended with this afterthought as the two ran out, high jacking Dilly's guymelef and flying off in search of glittery pink nail polish.

"That's it… Retirement… At the age of 30… Who knew…?" The psychiatrist babbled, squeezing his Garfield doll for reassurance.

"DALET LAREGINO…! ARE YOU STILL HUNG UP OVER THE FACT THAT YOU'RE EVIL AND I'M NOT!" A particularly loud voice shrieked.

"NUMBER ONE, I AM NOT EVIL! I AM SIMPLY MISUNDERSTOOD! NUMBER 2, IF ANYONE HERE IS EVIL, IT WOULD BE YOU!" Dalet replied honestly.

"WHAT?!" The shrill voice continued.

Dalet dashed in, locking the door behind him. He panted, obviously out of breath.

"Don't open the door…" He commanded as the psychiatrist nodded tensely.

"There's hell and then there's… My "dear" Verona…" He gulped as he heard angry screaming from behind the frosted glass door.

"Y'know, I know what ya mean. My Mona… When she doesn't get her kitty litter changed, she goes into quite a frenzy…" The doctor sympathized wisely as Dalet gave him a strange look.

"I think it's safest for you if you hide out here for awhile… From what I heard from that Refina girl, I probably don't wanna listen to Mr. Viole babble anyway…"

"Mr. Viole… That has an oddly pleasant ring to it…" Dalet commented thoughtfully.

"Why couldn't my name have been Viole?" He sniffed dejectedly.

"Ah, an identity crisis… I've seen a lot of these… Like that Kagome girl who came into my office the other day… She's CONVINCED that she's the reincarnation of a priestess that died centuries ago… Silly girl… Kids are watching too much TV these days… Back in the day when we walked 60 miles in the snow, JUST to get to the outhouse we…" He turned to notice Dalet was missing from his chair.

"Hm?" He looked around in confusion.

"VERONA! VERONA SWEETIE HONEY BABY! LET ME OUT!" Dalet pleaded, pounding on the door desperately.

"Well there you are…! Gosh, and I just started my story… As I was saying… It was no fun in games back then… I had all my teeth pulled for the war effort… I really don't know what for, but without me we'd probably belong to Tai-waaaaaaaaaaan…" The hick doctor continued.

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Dalet continued to shriek, pounding on the door.

"So are ya gonna let him come out?" Hitomi asked, looking up from her magazine as Verona who was smiling triumphantly.

"He can come out as soon as he figures out that the door locks on HIS side… Baka…" Verona murmured, sitting down across from Hitomi and picking up a copy of "Cheer USA".

"What is up with that skirt…? Those colors are NOT complementary…" She muttered as everyone gave her a patronizing look.

'Former cheerleader…' Refina mouthed as everyone nodded, still sweatdropping slightly, that explained a lot.

"Oh Refi-poo!" Viole walked over joyously towards "his girl".

"Refi-poo?" She muttered in humiliation.

"My dad called me that when I was five…"

"The good names never die Refi-Wefi!" He grinned as she slumped to the floor in defeat.

"Like leave her like alone!" Verona demanded.

"Oh no… She's reverting back into cheerleader form…" Refina murmured in horror, eyes widening.

"Like I like suddenly like have like the urge like to like build like a like pyramid!" Verona clapped her hands happily, grabbing recruits to help her.

"She's got the urge to herbal…!" Allen sang as Hitomi whapped him over the head.

"That stuff ruined my pretty hair. Wouldn't ya know it used to be black?"

"Weird…" Naria murmured as Eriya ranted about how disgraceful it was that Elijah Wood was featured next to Orlando Bloom in YM.

"THE SHAME OF IT! THE HAIRY-FOOTED SHORTY NEXT TO THE DIVINE LEGO! INJUSTICE I SAY!" Eriya shrieked.

"Oh Viole-euh…-poo…" Refina shuddered at such a stupid nickname.

"You're up!"

"Thanks Reffy-Weffy!" He beamed, not noticing her make a gagging motion.

"Someone shoot me now…" Refina muttered hopelessly.

"HIYA!" Gatty and Chesta ran back in.

"That was quick…" Hitomi observed.

"Well after we crashed Dilandau-sama's guymelef a few dozen times, we realized we should get a new one so we traded it in!" They pointed out the window to where a pink and purple flying scooter hovered.

"Lemme get this straight…" Folken stood up, walking in circles around the two.

"You barge in here five minutes after going on a mall rendezvous in your commander's guymelef to tell me that you traded it in for a scooter…?!" He asked, trying not to strangle them.

"Nope… Wait… Yep… That's about right…" Gatty nodded.

"Do you realize how ANGRY he's going to be…?" Folken asked, trying to keep his cool.

"A bit…?" Chesta asked hopelessly.

"Try a lot…" Van commented.

"You should have stayed dead when I killed you, pixie boys…"

"Now, Now Van… If all the people you killed stayed dead there'd be almost no characters in this fic…" Hitomi reminded him.

"May I once again thank the author for reviving us?" Chesta beamed.

"Yes." The author beamed, handing him a green donut and patting him on the head.

"She likes ME." Chesta commented as everyone shot envious looks at him.

"He's got the whole Chid-complex going on…" Hitomi commented.

"If you wish hard enough, your wishes will come true… Feh… Gimme a break…" She snorted as Van shook his head at the annoying lines they had been forced to say.

"You know what's sucked about this whole chapter?" Dryden walked in just then.

"That Allen hasn't been bashed much?" Hitomi asked.

"That I haven't gotten to toast anyone except my soon-to-be fried pixie slayers?" Dilly murmured, lighting his flame-thrower as Chesta and Gatty gulped nervously.

"That my new moisturizer makes my face all poofy?" Millerna asked indignantly studying her reflection.

"The fact that Millerna doesn't realize that her face has ALWAYS been poofy?" Allen grumbled as Millerna threw her mirror at his head.

"That I haven't gotten to kill anything the whole chapter?" Van muttered in annoyance.

"NO YOU IDIOTS! EVERYONE FORGOT ABOUT ME!" Dryden whined.

"Well, you're pretty forgettable." Millerna commented.

"Unless you have presents!" She added eagerly.

"'Fraid not." Dryden murmured.

"Well then, you can go eat a celery stick for all I care!" Millerna replied disgruntled.

"So unloved…" Dryden sniffed.

"Well, that's all we have time for today!" The author ended.

"NOW HOLD ON! WHAT ABOUT MY PROBLEMS?!" Viole interjected furiously.

"You have way too many!" The author excused herself quickly.

"Now, scroll to the bottom of the page and review!" The author beamed.

"I thought you said you were gonna say what the next one was going to be…" Hitomi arched an eyebrow quizzically.

"I lied!" The author beamed again as everyone sweatdroppped.

"Allons-y!" She shrieked, leading the relieved characters out of the office.

"That's French, y'know." The nurse commented to the receptionist who just shook her head, trying to rid herself of all of the weird patients.

"And although I was only nine at the time I was the disco king…" The doctor babbled on.

"AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Dalet shrieked.

"Did you hear something?" Verona asked absently.

"Nope. Probably the wind." Van replied as they headed back to the Vione, leaving Dalet to his unfortunate fate.

A/N: Yeah… Well, the Psychiatrics ward is over… I have some amusing ideas for the next one… But if I don't get any reviews I'll probably just end it here… I have about three or four series ideas left… They'll be interesting… * Cackles evilly * Anyways, Review! Arigatou and Sayonara! ^_^

~Crystal Twilight~