Hey-o, and welcome to my Lil' World of Weirdness!!

I state for the record that I don't own Gundam Wing, or the wonderful characters that will be gracing this story. . . I do however lay claim to Ensign Saratone *again*, and I use him here purely as a replacement for your average Nameless OZ Minion. Hm,usual warnings . . . but it's not like anyone reads this bit up here anyway so . . .

Oh, and timeline . . . uh, yeah, WHAT timeline?! Both the Eypon and Tallgeese is still in service, and Zechs flies both of them regularly . . . okay? I know, I know . . . it doesn't follow cannon . . . but when the HELL have any of my stories ever followed cannon?!

Okay, that's the legal stuff out the way!!

//Thinking//

"Speaking"

*Stress/Emphasis*

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**Gundammit!!**

By Doctor Megalomania

Chapter 15: A Weird Mood of Contemplation

[I'm in a weird mood of contemplation, hence the various tangents the characters appear to go off on, I'm sorry, bad moods tend to do that to me . . . the eye jokes probably aren't funny because I was laughing my head off while I wrote them, but they stay in because it made me feel better about today, the eyelash thing comes from reading some of those really sappy, bad fanfics which raves on about really long eyelashes fluttering against cheeks . . . I do it too, so this is partly against me as well, it's just something that's stuck and rattled around in my head]

[This chapter is dedicated to all the really bad Gundam Wing fanfics out there. . . I thank you for all the material you've given me today, and to all reading this. . . I was in a SERIOUSLY weird mood while writing this, I'm SO sorry. . . And to my beta reader, you can't kill me for the crappyness of this chapter because we're really far away from each other. . . and this is what happens when I miss you!]

"Zero Two not located!"

"Relena. If I have to tell you one more time . . ."

"ZERO TWO NOT LOCATED!!" Wing was beginning to sound hysterical, Heero looked ready to kill . . . well, he always looked ready to kill, but now he looked even more homicidal than usual. Duo had taken off in the early hours of the morning and had completely disappeared off the radar. Trowa and Wufei looked diligently around the systems for any flight plans Duo might have logged, and Quatre was patiently testing each of their lines checking to see if he could make contact with the Gundam pilot. Wing and the other Gundams searched in their own way for Deathscythe, but were having little or no luck . . .

"Location of Zero Two yet to be confirmed." Sandrock's virtual image of Quatre was icily composed as he reported back. He glanced to the side as if looking at Wing, and snapped, "Zero One, behaviour counter productive. Cease."

"Zero Two not located." The winged Gundam muttered darkly once more before falling silent. Heero was also being stonily quiet aside from telling Relena repeatedly to be quiet. He threatened to kill her a couple of times, but that just wasn't effective against her any more. All he could do was to tell her that he didn't want to hear her any more. . .

Duo was gone. Where? Heero didn't know, and for once it bugged him that the pilot had left so quietly. What had been going through Duo's mind as he stood there and stared back at them? A dark part of Heero's mind suggested that Duo had gone to achieve what Heero had been threatening him with for months, but that wouldn't happen, would it?

Heero felt himself become irrational with fear and anger. Fear in case Duo had believed Relena and anger at himself for not instantly correcting Duo. But what else could he have done, except thrown the boy against a wall, mauled him until the other boy--- Heero raised a hand and hit the side of his head, he really had to stop thinking like that. What was important was that he was seriously angry, his best friend was missing and his intensely irritating, self confessed 'girlfriend' was beginning to drive him out of his mind with her constant demands that he pay more attention to her rather than his search for Duo.

"ENOUGH!"

Silence befell the command tower, as Heero spun and glared at Relena. "I've had enough Relena, all I care about is getting Duo and Deathscythe back, keep my Gundam from going insane with worry, and defeating OZ. When in the hell did you get it into your head that I was protecting you because I love you?! I want peace, and you are the best hope for that peace, but seriously, when have I ever told you I am doing it because I love you, because you know something?!"

Relena squeaked, she – like pretty much everyone, including the frantic Wing – had been stunned into silence because this was the first time any of them had heard Heero say more than his standard 'mission accepted', 'Mission complete', 'I will kill you' and 'Duo, shut up'. Relena gaped, not unlike a goldfish at him as he steamed ahead.

"I really don't love you at all. Maybe as a friend, no . . . Someone I'd take the time to say hi to, if I wasn't in a rush, or indeed, I just hadn't spoken in the last twenty four hours but other than that I . . . I . . ." Heero ran out of steam, as he glanced out the window in frustration. He could see in Relena's eyes that none of this rant was actually sinking past the layer of her brain that insisted that he loved her. Shaking his head, Heero walked off to the window and slammed it open.

"Heero!"

Quatre's voice ran out, Heero paused and threw a glance over his shoulder. "I'm going to search for Duo in Wing, perhaps the ZERO system could tell me. . ."

Quatre smiled slightly, "I'll try Sandrock too . . ." he sighed, and rolled his eyes as Heero leapt out the window, into the waiting hands of his Gundam. Wing had been going spare, and took the time to remind everyone urgently, and loudly that:

"ZERO TWO NOT LOCATED!!"

Meanwhile. . .

"What's your problem then?"

Duo rolled his shoulders, and swallowed hard, "Aside from the trauma I now face from knowing that J. . ." he glanced at the other scientists, "And all you guys wear no underwear under grass skirts . . ."

"Yes, yes!" G waved his hand irritably. "Aside from our obvious lack of undergarments, what is up with you?"

"Just. . ." Duo sighed, and closed his eyes for a moment, Relena's biting words coming back to echo uncomfortably in his head, "Just that. . . I'm really freaked out by the fact that you haven't been arrested yet, you realise it's wrong and evil to submit your . . ." he glanced over as J bent over again. Duo gagged slightly and went a little green. "I think I'm going to hurl. . ."

J straightened and rolled his eyes, "Oh, please . . . it's not like it's something you haven't seen before. . ."

"And I wish every day that I never see such a horrifying sight ever again." Duo sighed and sank into the sand. "Look, do me a huge favour and just stop bending over okay?"

Professor G raised an eyebrow, and leant forward, "do you need to sit in my lap like a little boy and tell daddy all your problems?"

Duo's eye twitched.

"Zero Two . . ."

Wing choked, making Heero looked up. Wing was silent, before asking in a quiet scared voice, "Zero Two will be located. . . Pilot Zero One . . . Heero Yuy will not fail mission. Zero Two must be located."

Heero sighed and nodded, he continued to tap commands into his laptop. "I'll find him . . . with your help okay? Just give me a little more time, I just need to figure out. . ."

"This unit . . . does not wish to function without . . . Zero Two."

Wing's quiet admission caught Heero off caught and the quiet pilot paused in his work. "Wing?"

"Heero Yuy will not fail in this mission?"

"I will find him . . ." Heero lifted his hand from his laptop hesitantly, and placed it against the Gundam's main joystick. He closed his eyes, feeling the ZERO system begin to activate, "I promise Wing, for you. . . and for me. . ."

Deathsycthe floated just beneath the surface, thinking to himself.

::I was not born to be treated this way, was I, buddy?::

Duo's voice seemed to be on repeat in his system. The question was one of many Duo had asked as they flew away from the base, and the other Gundams. Something about the pilot's persona during their flight . . .

:: Jus' 'cause the others are better at the stuff they do. . . and me? sheesh, I can't help it if I don't have the money, or the training!!::

. . . Deathscythe growled to himself, at first he'd suspected a OZ impostor had infiltrated him . . . Duo's personality so altered from normal . . . but the pilot was too used to Deathscythe's systems that the Gundam soon dismissed it. He considered other probabilities, and with some deduction – well, actually it might have been the amount of times Duo had referred to Relena as That Peacecrap Woman that truly tipped the Gundam off but he wasn't about to admit that – come to the conclusion that something Relena had said had upset his pilot. 

The Gundam creaked uneasily. He hadn't been programmed to react to such situations and yet . . .

One gel green eye glowed erriely as the Gundam open one eye to stare at the underwater world.

. . . and yet, almost thirty percent of the fifty percent that he didn't use to process his mission was taken up pondering whether the other Gundams. . . more specifically if Wing. . . missed him. Deathscythe creaked again, opening both eyes. There was something about Wing . . . and if what Sandrock said was true . . . that once, before the last change in programming, they had different concepts of life . . .

::And Heero just stood there . . . I mean, really like a rock, a goddamn rock. . . bah, I didn't think he'd step in for me anyway. . . he and that peacecrap woman, yeah, they can get together and have nasty little kids for all I care. . . which I don't!::

"But . . ." Deathscythe murmured aloud to himself, ". . . but I do. . ."

He blinked, a fleeting memory of Wing softly whispering in his audio processors. . .

"If I seem like I care what happened to you and your pilot, Baka . . . You are mistaken!" Wing ground out as he stood his ground. They were under fire and the massive white, red and blue Gundam refused to lift a hydraulic to help himself. Something was wrong with his pilot, and the two were just standing there.

Deathscythe and Sandrock tried their hardest to deflect the shots off the immovable Gundam, while trying at the same time to convince him. Deathscythe was the closest as he shouted back urgently, "But surely you care what happens to you!" Deathscythe winced to himself as Sandrock cried out. The black and white Gundam took a heavy volley to his side. Deathscythe shook his head, "Please, do something to save yourself at least!!"

"I did not request you to—" Wing was cut off as a blow hit Deathscythe in the head. The winged Gundam twitched, obviously fighting the urge to run to his aid. "Whatever your name is . . . look, go away! Please! I don't want. . ." The Gundam closed his eyes, and suddenly yelled, "I DON'T WANT YOU TO BE DESTROYED!!"

. . . Deathscythe opened his eyes again. . .

He recognised the memory and at the same time couldn't recognise the Gundams in it . . . everything was different now. . . wasn't it? Something had happened to change them around, change their personalities and they were all missing. . . some kind of . . .

:: They can be together. . . for the rest of eternity . . .:: Duo scoffed scornfully, :: I don't care . . .::

". . . but one day, I may be destroyed. . . may have to self-destruct . . ."

"Wing. . . I don't care . . ."

The hanger was dark, their voices low so not to disturb the others as this fledging relationship prepared to take flight. "The same might happen to me. . . you know that . . . I'm willing to take the chance because I love you . . ."

"Shinigami . . ." Wing seemed at a loss for words.

If a Gundam could have smiled, Deathscythe was sure that a small smile might be building on his non-existant lips in the darkness. "Don't worry about it, Wing. . . I know that . . ." He paused as Nataku huffed in the darkness, stepping ever so slightly away. Shinigami shook his head and continued in a lower tone—

"--I love you . . . even if you can't say it back to me. . ."

Deathscythe blinked . . . well, sorta shorted out the light bulbs that illuminated the gel green Plexiglas that was in the shape of eyes for a period of a few seconds therefore achieving the look of a blink. An overwhelming feeling of sadness . . . or possibly fish swimming in his submerging tanks . . . flooded him. Was it possible . . .? Had he really just said that? Did he ever say it?

The Gundam stared at the murky blue of the water and turned off the light bulbs that illuminated the gel green Plexiglas that was in the shape of eyes.

"Wing . . ."

"Must you do that while I'm within a hundred miles of you?"

H sniffed, and continued to rub suntan lotion on his butt cheeks. "Yes. Yes, I must." He announced quite solemnly as Duo closed his eyes and clapped his hands over his eyelids. The doctor shrugged, "If one wants an all over sun tan. . ."

"Ugh . . ." Duo gagged and wondered seriously why he'd come here in the first place. Was Relena really that bad in comparison with the butt cheeks of the doctors? Seriously . . . which was worse, he wondered, Relena or the sight of Professor G's saggy, lily white, wrinkled buttocks with a faded tattoo on it. . . Relena Peacecraft . . . or G's Buttocks. . .? Relena or G's bum?

Duo smirked for a moment.

Actually the two kinda looks very similar.

J leant over and whispered to G, "I think Duo's gone off the deep end . . ." He motioned the smirking pilot, "Does this mean we should be making a quick get-away?"

G raised a glass, "No . . ." he stared at his pilot, "But when he starts to sing 'I'm dreaming of hacking you to death and I'm gonna use a great big axe' under his breath to the tune of 'I've got a brand new combine harvester and I'm gonna give you the keys' . . . THEN we run away. . . quickly . . . and with much haste."

Elsewhere . . .

"You know none of this would have ever happened if *I* was the personality of all the Gundams!"

Wufei frowned and looked up from his console. . . it was then he noticed to his horror while he'd been slaving away trying to find that Baka AWOL comrade of theirs, his other *comrades* in the battle to fight OZ, and bring peace and justice back to this world had deserted him and left him alone with . . .

The Peacecraft Onna.

Wufei's eye twitched as he looked around the now empty command tower room. Even the OZ scum and their brainless minions had left . . . Wufei was utterly alone with . . .

The Peacecraft Onna.

He gripped the desktop, his mind instantly launching into finding routes of escape, he had to find a way of escaping her before she started to . . . he shuddered . . . *talk*. Damnit, Wufei hated it when . . . The Peacecraft Onna . . . *talked*, he hated it when any onna talked but. . .

The Peacecraft Onna.

. . . was especially dangerous. . . he bit the inside of his cheek as he noticed her looking around and her 'mind' . . . and I use that term in the loosest possible use of the word, in fact I'm not even sure if 'mind' is the right word. . . I mean by using it, I'll be insulting the intelligence of breakfast news presenters, weather girls, retarded goits who don't know where Russia is, and think that . . . oh, I don't know, think that the English stand in queues because they are actually waiting for something . . . we do, most of the time. . . but most of the time, I think you'll find that we English actually stand in queues because we wanna know where that queue leads. . . hey, some people follow rainbows. . . we follow queues. Anyway moving on, moving on . . . if mind really the best word to use in conjunction with Relena Peacecraft. . . I mean this IS Relena Peacecraft we're writing about here. . .

Wufei raised an eyebrow at the strange course his inner monologue was taking, and quickly brought his thoughts back to the blatant fact that they'd abandoned him with . . .

The Peacecraft Onna.

There was something distinctly wrong with that. . . Wufei breathed in calmly, filling his lungs with air so he could yell. . .

"INJUSTICE!!!"

Trowa looked up as Wufei's voice –via the P.A system, although it was loud enough just on it's own – filtered through the base. He sighed and shook his head, "I see Wufei finally noticed everyone had left him alone with Relena. . ."

Blinking, Quatre shook his head, "That's so cruel, shouldn't we—"

"May I remind you Relena's up there too?"

Quatre blinked and sighed sadly, "Wufei was such a good friend. . . it hurts to leave him, but. . . the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few . . ." He dipped his head as if silently praying for his friend, rubbing a silent tear away. Trowa frowned for a moment pondering what Quatre had said. He raised a long finger and itched the side of his nose. "But what if. . ."

Quatre blinked and looked up, thinking Trowa had a plan to find Duo.

". . . the needs of the many are like really light stuff like feather dusters, and toilet paper. . . and the needs of the few are really heavy like plating for the main battering gun on a mobile suit?" Quatre blinked as Trowa frowned even deeper, "What then?"

"Uh . . ." Blinking with confusion, Quatre started slowly, "Then I guess . . . the needs of the few then outweigh the needs of the many . . ."

"But don't you risk alienating the majority?" Blinking with surprise, Quatre turned as Marvin the Engineer that had accompanied Howard over from the Peacetrillion. Marvin was sat on Ensign Saratone's knee because everyone had piled into the small base's cafeteria. . . even though there were still plenty of chairs, but shhh. . . That has nothing to do with the story. Marvin held up a finger and continued, "Should it really be reasonable that the majority must sacrifice their dusting and own hygienic needs to the few who wish to perpetrate the continued tribulations of the war, when we could be dusting our shelving units and wiping our—"

"Okay!" Treize stood and held up his hand, "we're not taking this any further, this discussion stop here and goes no further."

"But—"

"SHH!!" Treize pressed his finger against his lips and glared at Marvin, "No. Just no. No." He shook his finger, as he drew out the syllable, "Nooooooo. No. No. Noooo. No."

Marvin sighed, and went back to necking with—

"NO!!" Treize stamped his foot, "I said no further!"

As Treize sank back into his seat, Zechs leant forward. "So have you had any luck in finding that Duo boy?"

Quatre blinked, "Not really . . ." He sighed and blinked again, "I just think . . ." he blinked, "I think . . . he might have gone to the same. . ." Quatre paused and blinked, "Place as the doctors. . . Heero's in Wing Zero right . . ." He blinked twice, "Now, trying to see if. . ."

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Une snapped, as Quatre trailed off and blinked. "Why do you keep blinking?!"

Quatre's left eye started to water a little bit, "I think I've. . ." He blinked as a tear rolled down his cheek, "I think I've got an eyelash stuck in my eye. . ."

Noin winced, "Ow. . ." She recoiled in horror as the small Arabian started to rub his eye, "Ugh! Don't touch it!"

The blonde sniffed, "But it . . ." He blinked rapidly, "It's really obscuring my vision!!" He got up and walked over to the sink, aiming to wash it out. Trowa, filled with concern and still pondering the needs of the few verses the needs of the many, got up to help save his small, blonde lover from the attack of a vicious, revengeful eyelash that had mistakenly been pulled from its home and was taking its lashy revenge on the eyeball it was meant to protect.

"Soooooo . . ." Zechs stared at Noin speculatively, "You don't like people touching their eyes, eh?"

"No!" She snapped, "It's just so nasty. . ."

He smirked and raised his mask slightly, pushing a long pale finger against the gooey white of his pale blue eyes, "What? Like this?!"

"Ugh!" Noin lifted her chair and scooted away from him, "Stop it!!"

Zechs snickered, and pushed a little harder, making the gooey ball move back and forth in his head, "Not even this?!"

"Stop it!!" Noin covered her eyes, and shuddered hard, "Eww!! I am never touching your hands ever again! That's so . . . nasty!! Zechs, stop poking your goddamn eye!!"

Meanwhile, Trowa gently dried Quatre's eye and leant forward to stare into the aquamarine depths, "Oh, Quatre. . ."

The left eye was slightly swollen, and a bit bloodshot at the edges. And yet . . . Trowa slipped his finger gently down the smaller boy's cheek. . . those aquamarine eyes remained the most beautiful thing Trowa had ever seen. Within those depths, there was poetry unspoken, passions untainted, promises unlived, perfection unexplored . . . and pants unopened.   

He sighed.

One day he would speak Quatre's sweet poetry, he would taint Quatre's innocent passions, he would live Quatre's secret promises, he would explore Quatre's masculine . . . Trowa raised an eyebrow. . . he could go on, but then his thoughts would have been unsuitable for children under the age of 13 . . . then he raised the other eyebrow as he realised there were no telepathic children under the age of thirteen here at this OZ military base . . . unless. . . OZ were secretly training genetically modified children under the age of thirteen in the abilities of superhuman powers as a counter-measure to defend against the already super trained Gundam pilots . . .

Quatre raised his eyebrow as a lock of Trowa's uni-bang shot up like an intrigued eyebrow.

Heero was having about as much luck with finding the doctors as a really unlucky person who was having as much luck with finding the doctors as he was. Which was not that much luck. In fact . . . it could have been said that Heero was having as much luck at finding the doctors as Wufei was having trying to find a word that wasn't 'mind' to describe the large, vacuous space that seemed to inhabit the place in Relena's head where on any normal human would have a mind . . . which wasn't all that easy considering there were very few things that Wufei could think of that were even less intelligent than Relena. At first he thought of a one-celled amoeba but then realised that if Relena were as smart as a one-celled amoeba she would have already cloned herself in an effort to reproduce . . .

At this precise moment of time, while Heero was having about as much luck with finding the doctors as a really unlucky person who was having as much luck with finding the doctors as he was, and Zechs was poking at his eye, and Duo was trying hard not to open his eyes and see Doctor J and Professor G bending over to tie their sandals, and Deathscythe was having an epiphany, and Wing was trying hard not to hyperventilate, and Marvin and Saratone were in the cafeteria K.I.S.S.I.N.G, and Quatre was staring in fascination as various locks of Trowa's hair simultaneously raised themselves like intrigued eyebrows, and Trowa thought about various possible attacks that OZ could possibly be secretly planning for them, and Sandrock and Heavyarms were staring at each other and trying to make it not look like they were staring at each other, and Nataku meditated and almost reached a level of enlightenment but was disturbed when a seagull landed on his head . . . While all of this was happening, Wufei suddenly squeaked, gagged, choked, went blue in the face and then keeled over, falling out of his swivel chair and klunking his head on the hard, grey carpeted floor at the idea of Relena reproducing . . .

Anyway, back to Heero and his not have much luck with finding the doctors.

He sighed and sat back as Wing shut down the Zero System again, "This isn't working . . ." he stared at the panels, "The Zero System can't predict Duo's movements and choices. . ." he clapped his hands over his eyes, //I've got to find him . . .// The thought rang as clear as a mission order, he was the only one now that could find Duo, he could feel it in the air. Wing shifted uneasily.

"Don't give up. . ."

 Heero lifted his hands and touched Wing's panels, "I won't . . ." he promised, "I just need to. . .  figure out a way of thinking like Duo . . ."

There was silence from Wing for a moment. . . before the massive Gundam murmured, "This unit is programmed with the characteristics of Zero Two. . ."

Heero blinked. . . and cursed as he got one of his infamously long eyelashes in his eye.

"INJUSTICE!!!"

The whole cafeteria jumped, and Wufei was rewarded with several yelps of pain as hot drinks went pouring into the laps of many OZ personal. He stormed forward, and slammed his hands down on the table that Trowa and Quatre, and the OZ commanding officers were sat. "INJUSTICE!! HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME WITH THAT WOMAN!?!"

Trowa raised an eyebrow as Marvin cursed at Saratone – who'd accidentally dropped his small lover when Wufei had come blasting in the room – then looked back at Wufei. Quatre stood and raised his hands, "Wufei. . ."

"Oh, no!! Don't you try and 'Wufei. . . ' me!! It's a dishonour that you LEFT me with HER!!"

"But Wufei. . ."

"And you didn't come and try and save me?!"

"Well, we decided that because the needs of the few were outweighing the needs of the many. . ." Quatre trailed off, and crossed his eyes, "Wait, that's wrong. . ."

"INJUSTICE!" Wufei growled and slammed his hand down on the table . . . unwittingly jogging Une, who'd been rather foolishly propping herself up against it, and therefore making her bump into Treize who was dabbing his lap down delicately with a tissue.

"Ah . . ." he deadpanned, "That hasn't happened for so long, I was beginning to miss the feeling of SCALDING HOT LIQUID ON MY UNPROTECTED UPPER THIGHS AND GROIN!!"

Anyway, Treize's hand slipped when Une bumped into him, causing him to put a little too much pressure on a . . . delicate area, just above his unprotected upper thighs. . .

Treize's shout surpised Noin, and she jumped and bumped into Zechs. . . who – idiotically, may I mention – was still poking at his eye . . .

Wufei was satisfied with the result, and walked out the room, murmuring, "Ah, justice . . ." While Zechs' yelp of pain echoed after him.

"ARGH!! MY EYE!!"

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And Now It's Time to LEAVE IT TO DOCTOR MEGALOMANIA!!!

[silence – everyone just kinda stares at her]

DrM: [sitting in her chair in front of her computer, with her head on the desk and chuckling to herself] Okay, let me explain about this chapter. . . it's meant first of all to be read aloud, and with the straightest damn face you can muster . . . second, I've had a really bad day, and I was in a pissy mood when I started but, as it got weirder—

Deathscythe: [points at her glass of lemonade and strawberries]

DrM: [grins] and I drank lots of that too . . . ah, sugar rushes. . . is there NOTHING they CAN'T do? Anyway, as I got sillier, so did the chapter . . . and I've been reading lots of bad Gundam Wing fics recently, you know the kind – complete Relena bashing without provocation, Heero-I-Am-A-Robot-Yuy can do no wrong, Duo is a rather feminine bitch slappin' campier-then-a-Carry-On-film cross-dresser, and poor old Wuffer's has nothing but nose-bleeds . . . that kind, which have nothing wrong, if you want a good laugh, and the quick satisfaction of yaoi-lemon cravings. . .

Wing: [mutters] and DrM knows all about that!!

DrM: anyway, what with the seriousness of the last few chapters. . . let's just say it had to come out somewhere. . . I apologise if you were expecting some sort of conclusion, but that'll come in the next few chapters. . . there's only so long I can drag this out, y'know? [still giggling to herself] bluegoo . . . I know you hate all out Relena bashing but. . . you're like 250 miles away, and I haven't sent this to you yet to beta read, hence all the mistakes people! [giggles] . . . soooooo . . . [points in the other direction] Is that BANANA FISH MANGA VOLUME 8 ONWARDS FOR SALE, 50% OFF??!

[DrM makes a run for it while her beta-reader is distracted]

Wing: be afraid. . . be VERY afraid of DrM while she is on a sugar rush . . . [sighs] please. . . just, just R&R. . . for the love of sanity . . . R&R!!

 [DrM can be heard giggling like Homer Simpson]