AN: Sorry for keeping ya all waiting! I finished this a long time ago but was too lazy to post it. Well, on the bright side: while I was stalling I finished the next part, so that'll be up pretty soon -- put them together and they make almost a whole chapter! R&R and I will try to get the last couple of chapters onto the computer faster.



Phibrizo materialized in the center of the small cavern. "We're baa-aaa -- hey, where'd he go?"

EVE--"Oh, shit … I told you we'd been gone too long."

Phibrizo snorted. "Oh please … if you hadn't been trying (unsuccessfully) to tease me so much, we could've been back ages ago."

EVE--"Well I wasn't the one who couldn't keep my attention focused away from a certain redheaded sorceress … and that was disgusting by the way; you were acting like a total hentai."

Phibrizo flushed bright red in a mixture of anger and embarrassment. "I was not! In fact, I seem to remember it was you who couldn't keep their eyes in their sockets!"

EVE--"Yeah, sure Phibby. Well, I think we've lost Zelgadis by now … I rigged it so the second he stepped out of this room he'd turn back into a chimera, which means that even though he's probably still pretty weak, he's no doubt healed himself by now and is speeding away from this place as fast as his superhuman abilities will allow."

"Can't we just go after him?" He inquired with a small frown, glancing at the bloody trail leading out of the room through a large hole in the wall. He could've sworn that that hadn't been there before…

EVE--"Naw … I figure we've done enough to him. I'm sure he'll find his way back into the fic somehow, and I'm sorta tired … my muscles are cramped from laughing so much over the less fortunate. Besides -- the other characters seem to be doing fine so far, and it looks like our work here is done."

There was a rare, precious moment of uncomfortable silence.

"So, what d'you wanna do now?"

EVE--"Umm … I could go for an ice cap."

"What's an ice cap?"

EVE--*looks pensive*"Come, let us go to Tim Hortons."

The room was briefly rocked with a dimensional shift, consuming the small dark lord and ridding the chamber of the various implements of torture and leftover scenery from the skit. As the magic settled back into the air, the tiny pocket dimension began to rock and shift, warping and twisting into something entirely unrecognizable.

And then it was gone, leaving only a trickle of half dried blood and sweat to hint that it had ever even existed in the first place.

Half buried in the dirt was a bloody fork.