Late in the afternoon, as the sun bathed the earth in an ocean of soothing warmth, Antelissa and Flyan began to head home. They reached the Fly Ship and started to walk around to the front, where the door was. But as they were coming around the side, Flyan suddenly stopped short. He grabbed at Antelissa, and she stopped aswell. "What is it?"

"Sssh." Flyan hushed her. "I think I heard someone." He peered around the corner to get a good look. He saw all of his fly friends leaning against the ship, looking both exhausted and just slightly stoned. Marching angrily away from them were a group of ants, looking equally tired and stoned. One of them waved a fist furiously at the flies.

"Piss off back to where you came from, you stupid ants!" called a fly called Flysa.

"You haven't seen the last of us!" retorted one of the ants. "We'll be back, to kick your ass, white boy!" (a/n: To be articulated in homie-style voice)

Flysa scratched her head in puzzlement. "We're flies! We ain't white, we're black! (a/n: To be articulated in Forrest Gump-style voice) Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what ya gonna get!"(Sorry, I just had to add that.)

The ants stormed off, and from around the side of the ship, Antelissa turned to Flyan in despair. "Oh no!" she exclaimed. "They hate each other! What if they find out about us?"

"We can't let them," Flyan told Antelissa. "I don't know about you dudes, but us flies have a lot of pride. If my friends find out about us, they'll disown me from the entire fly species!"

"The same will happen to me," wailed Antelissa. But then she stared into Flyan's eyes. "But I can't bear never seeing you again."

"We will see each other in secret," said Flyan. "But for now, farewell, my true love." The two parted and went back to their own species for the night.

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Flyan, who is looking stunningly stylish in the new line of Adidai® (All day I dream about insects) clothing- guaranteed to make him look like the most sexy fly in town, and for a very affordable price- was sitting on the beach in front of the ship talking to his friends later that evening. Flysa and Flybert were talking furiously about their encounter with the ants earlier that day, while Flybert stuffed his face with the delectable new- flavour foot-long from Subway (available only for a limited time), which had a tantalising aroma, but not as tantalising as the aroma that Flysa was wearing (New Impulse "Thorax"- the new spray that leaves you irresistible to anything with six legs).

"Those ants think they are so great," Flybert said sourly. "But it's time we settled this once and for all."

"Yeah," Flysa agreed. "We need to plot a revenge they'll never forget."

Flyan bit his lip nervously. Trying to change the subject quickly, he turned to his friend Flyrone, who was sitting, reading a book. "Is that a good book, Flyrone?" he asked him, who was wearing a Paul Frank t-shirt with Levi jeans.

"Yes, I am reading one of the prequels to Animorphs, the Hork-Bajir Chronicles (published by Apple paperbacks, in association with Scholastic Inc.) and it is a very good book," Flyrone replied. "Although it keeps making lots of references to brand names and products, and it gets very annoying."

"Oh yes, I agree," crooned Flyan. "Don't you just hate it when authors try to use subliminal messages to make you do things (drink Speights beer)?"

"Never mind that," continued Flysa, "We need a plan, and I think I have one. What's one of the most devastating weapons used in biological warfare that we currently have stored in the depths of this ship?"

Flyan gasped and began to shake in horror. Flyrone also gasped and dropped his book. Flybert stared, wide-eyed. "You don't mean..oh my god."

Flysa nodded. "Yep. That's what I mean."

Flyan was shaking so hard everything was becoming a blur. "Oh no," he said. "You're going to use Ant-thrax."

To be continued..