This chapter is in very bad taste and contains a very long segment many readers probably won't get…so let's call it a chapter out of time and disregard it when I decide to write more properly!

Misto: Ever notice the strange inconsistencies in these stories? For instance, I'm not supposed to be here anymore.

Vici: staggering and wearing a suspiciously happy look considering her whereabouts You weren't here a second ago, ta heh heh. Licks him.

Misto: Blushes furiously. Ahem…

Tumble: Dad?

Asparagus: What?

Tumble: You called me effeminate.

Asparagus: Sighing yeah…

Tumble: Well why am I effeminate and Misto isn't when we do the same thing, yeah I knew what you were talking about! Uh huh! Uh huh! Crosses arms.

Asparagus: …Well….

Vici: Tumble…uh…Misto somehow manages to be sexy when he's doing that vaguely airy dance… And you just- welllllll.

Tumble: So I'm not sexy? Is that it?

Jemi: No, not really no.

Tumble: I'll show you the MEANING of sexy! Stands up and points at the control dude with a wink, "Bad to the Bone" starts blaring from the speakers. Tumble, in effort to dance to it perfectly mimics the movements of a FEMALE stripper and consequently looks very, very, very Tugger-esque. (I'm going to catch it for that one aren't I?)

Tugger: Dude! Trinity that was low! I have never in my whole life, waving paw loosely looked like that. Flops his paw in Tumbles direction.

Trinity: snickers and starts to cackle

Tumble: Touching himself as though he had boobs Yeah, mmm, I'm too sexy for my…I don't have a shirt…

Plato: Waking up from being booted to the head And that song isn't playing either buddy, but hey, don't let that stop you!

Tumble: Yeah, rock on brother! …Rock on? Oh Heaviside.

Cassie: Bursts through a prop door that is not meant to open. TUMBLE!

Tumble: Eep! Starts to run to hide behind Plato, but sees the look on his face and changes his mind, running behind Tugger instead.

Cassie: Oh please. Chucks Tugger across the room.

Tumble: They were being m-m-m-mean to m-m-m-me Cassie! I h-h-h-had to-

Cassie: Embarrass yourself in front of most of the English speaking world? Announce our engagement without me? Act like a complete and utter idiotic faggot?

Misto: Uh Cassie, a faggot is a bundle of sticks…or a large meatball.

Cassie: I realize that, he's a large meatball too.

Misto: Ah.

Munkustrap: Holds up Jerry's still beating heart. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I AM INVINCIBLE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! JACK THE RIPPER WOULD BE PROUD HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Plato: Jack the Ripper…didn't he kill women?

Vici: Yeah, fallen women like Griz…Nevermind.

Misto: Stunned. Really? …Wow.

Plato: What, what, what I miss?

Misto: You're sure?

Vici: Nods solemnly.

Misto: Damn…

Munkustrap: WHO CARES!

Demeter: Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear…

Munkustrap: HEY BABY! Gets strange glint in his eyes. WANNA BLOW OFF THESE LOSERS?

Misto: Holding his ears. STOP SHOUTING YOU BARBARIAN!

Munkustrap: BARBARIAN? THAT'S RICH! HAHAHAHA.

Misto: Ahem… gestures to Jerry.

Jerry: Dude, I have this weird drafty feeling…

Steve: Trying really hard not to laugh.

Munku: I see your point. Demeter darling, I've put it behind me, it's okay I'm fine with it. Let's go home and fuck.

Vici: DADDY! Faints

Misto: Picks up Vici and cradles her head. I tried to tell them secrets were good but noooooo. Sings quietly into Vici's ear.

Tumble: Man humans are complicated inside…

Cassie: That is the single most disgusting thing…

Tugger: Vomiting profusely.

Jemi: Oh poor baby, it's okay sshhhh.

Vici: Hiccup Daddy said… hiccup

Misto: It's all right sweet, your Dad just had some difficult news and…

Vici: Let's go home and do what Daddy said.

Misto: Uh…

Voice: Laughing satanically, God it sucks to be you!

Misto: I wouldn't wholly agree. Glances at Vici.

Voice: Oh sure, you have vague suggestiveness, have you read my fic lately?

Misto: Okay fine. Just watch it, she's fickle and you could end up dead or something.

Voice: Me? Trinity kill ME? Are you insane! I'm not the only one who's noticed that you're the only character that isn't bashed into a pulp then danced on in stiletto heels in this fic. And she's more biased to me then you! I think I'm pretty safe Misto.

Misto: I'm not…You never can tell, I am here.

Voice: Means nothing. You've got a "favorite character shield," fortunately I'm not in this fic so it doesn't apply to me, shorty.

Misto: Sigh. You know I'm one of the tallest Mistoffelees ever.

Voice: Starts laughing again. That's pitiful! That makes it even worse!

Misto: Well, since you're not in this fic, you're not shielded either.

Voice: Don't even try it.

Misto: But then again, all I have to do is say your name and you WOULD be in this fic, wouldn't you?

Voice: I'm leaving.

Misto: No you don't!

Tumble: Who are you talking to?

Tugger: A peculiar shade of green. Is it gone?

Cassie: Yeah, I cleaned it up while you were barfing.

Exotica: EEK!!

Cassie: Shrugs. I put it somewhere no one would see it.

Voice: You should have destroyed it, bodies have a nasty habit of resurfacing when it is least convenient.

Cassie: What the…? Who's there?

Voice: Oh bother.

Misto: Starts laughing.

Voice: What's so funny squirt.

Misto: YOU said 'Oh bother' Wipes tears out of eyes.

Voice: So what, I'm bored and out of character.

Tumble: What IS your character.

Voice: No one.

Jemi: Are you Grizabella?

Voice: Offended Do I SOUND like Grizabella to you?

Vici: No, but you sound familiar…

Voice: Why I would be familiar to you, I have no idea.

Cassie: Most beautiful voice I've ever heard… Not like anything…

Voice: It's taken you this long to talk about that? Usually people go completely gooey the second I open my mouth… Gets rather tiresome actually, not that I would give up my voice.

Tumble: Well that's all you bloody are is a voice.

Voice: Not true. That's just all I choose to be right now.

Jemi: Well who are you!

Voice: No one of consequence.

Misto: That's a lie!

Voice: All right fine! I thought I was no one of consequence, but no. Apparently, I've 'touched the lives of thousands of people, conveniently teenage girls for the most part' or some such nonsense.

Tugger: Are you giving us clues or something dude?

Voice: No, I was ranting.

Tugger: Oh.

Asparagus: Can we guess who you are?

Voice: I suppose you could…It is a free country.

Jemi: Great-

Voice: Not that I'll answer or anything.

Jemi: Growls

Voice: Snickers Ah cynicism is a beautiful thing.

Misto: Be nice and play their game or I'll just tell them whom you are.

Voice: Fine! Mutters in French.

Vici: Ooo, French, sexy.

Misto: Stoppit!

Voice: Snickers.

Tumble: Well we already know two things…

Voice: Do you?

Tumble: Yeah, you're a man and you're French.

Voice: Sure about that are you? Starts speaking Russian.

Cassie: Speaks Russian back. The two begin to settle into conversation.

Jemi: That's enough! Jeez… Answer yes or no…Voice. Are you French?

Voice: If you mean was I born in France, yes.

Vici: Oh duh! I know who it is! It's-mmf

Misto: Smooching her.

Tumble: You are male right?

Voice: You watch your ass fop, yes I am male. Mutters Uncertain if the same can be said for you…

Jemi: What kind of Cat are you?

Voice: Who has stated that I am a Cat at all?

Jemi: NOT A CAT!? How can you speak to us if you're not a cat?

Voice: I am afraid I am merely an overly perceptive human.

Bomba: Damn, I was starting to get turned onto you.

Voice: I'm flattered, really.

Jemi: If you're not a Cat there's no way we'll be able to guess who you are, just tell us.

Voice: Nah. Get Misto to tell you if you care so much.

Misto/Vici: Otherwise occupied.

Bomba: Slaps Misto's ass.

Misto: I thought we talked about that.

Bomba: Yeah I know, I just wanted your attention.

Misto: What?

Jemi: Voice dude says you can tell us who he is.

Voice: I resent being called 'dude'.

Jemi: Tough.

Misto: If I say your name, you'll officially be in the fanfic.

Voice: Nope, this isn't really a chapter it's just spontaneous bad writing. So all and all, I am safe.

Misto: As if you were ever afraid of anything in your life anyway.

Voice: Am I being lectured? What is wrong with you today?

Misto: I don't know! Do you do psychiatry too?

Voice: A little.

Misto: Add that to the list, man what can't you do?

Voice: Use simplicity in any of its forms?

Misto: Sounds about right. Erik.

Erik: Now you've done it. Trinity's too tired and deranged from lack of sleep to enjoy herself.

Misto: Oh well, her loss.

Erik: Speaking of tired…

Trust me, you don't want to know.

An Apology

I sincerely apologize for the preceding, it was awful and I promise there will be no repeat of it, the next chapter will pick up where the one before this…thing left off. Tootle Pip!