A/N: Why do I even bother writing "A/N" every time I do this? It's always the usual routine...right, chapter 7! Here we go! Expect...well, I dunno what you should expect...I haven't written the chapter yet! Here we go!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Matrix or any of the characters. I also don't own Wheel of Fortune or 7-Up or anything else in here that it's obvious I don't own.
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Chapter 7
MORPHEUS: You wanted to know what the Matrix is?
NEO: Will you actually tell me this time?
MORPHEUS: Yes. Trinity.
NEO: What?! Trinity's the Matrix now?!
MORPHEUS: No. I was addressing her. She SHOULD be pushing YOU into the FRIENDLY chair with the GIANT NEEDLE attached to it, *hinthint, cough cough*
TRINITY: Oh, right. I thought I was the Matrix. I was trying to figure out exactly what the Matrix does. You know, trying to pose like a computer-generated world isn't easy!
MORPHEUS: What are you talking about?
TRINITY: Uhh...I...and the...what? Oh, right. *shoves Neo toward the needley jack-in to the Matrix chair thingy*
NEO: YAY! THE DENTIST! Doctor Trinity, do I get a prize after I'm done? Like some candy?
TRINITY: Two things, Neo. One... *puts big metal shackle thing over one of Neo's feet*...I'm not a dentist. And two... *puts other shackle thing over the other foot*
NEO: OW! YOU SHUT IT ON MY FOOT!
TRINITY: That's the point. You don't want to be falling out of the chair while I'm drilling, do you?
NEO: But I thought...
TRINITY: As I was saying...AND TWO...It doesn't really make much sense for a dentist to give you candy immediately after cleaning your teeth. I mean, it'll just give you more cavities. *in a Jerry Seinfeld voice* What's up with that? *laughter comes out of nowhere* And don't get me STARTED on airline food...
MORPHEUS: Trinity, shut up. Neo, try to relax.
NEO: I'd love to. Really, I would. But with this crazy female incarnation of Jerry Lewis...
TRINITY: SEINFELD!
NEO: ...Jerry SEINFELD standing in front of me, it's kinda difficult.
MORPHEUS: Oh. DEMON BE GONE! *smacks Trinity in the forehead*
TRINITY: Hey! You hit me! *Seinfeld voice* What's up with that?
MORPHEUS: It's no use. Don't worry, you'll be fine in a second. Rest your head on the practically nonexistent headrest. *pushes Neo's head down to the chair* And don't worry about all the weird noises coming from behind you. You know, the squeaking and clanking of large metal objects, the sound of three-foot-long glinting needles...
NEO: Glinting needles make sounds?
MORPHEUS: Well, you know how they do that in movies and cartoons and stuff? Kinda like that.
NEO: Oh. So are there glinting needles behind me?
MORPHEUS: *looks back at arsenal of deadly-sharp and really really long needles* Erm...no, nothing to worry about.
NEO: Okay.
MORHPEUS: This may feel a little weird *shoves really long needle into Neo's head*
NEO: *makes some kind of face that looks partially in pain and partially constipated (if there's a difference)*
One of the random guys that the audience already forgot the name of (a.k.a. Dozer) pressed this load button on a screen, and presto, Neo's not in pain or constipated no mores. That's a double negative. So I guess he's still in pain.
NEO: Hey, I thought you said it would feel weird, not painful!
MORPHEUS: I did.
NEO: Well, it felt like receiving five spinal taps, walking barefooted on jagged rocks with bits of sharp glass sticking up from them, and being shot in the arm repeatedly to me.
MORPHEUS: I know, and isn't it WEIRD that all those things could possibly be happening at ONE TIME?
NEO: Uhh...whatever. *looks around* Wow, nice place ya got here. White's my favorite color, you know. If you can call it a color...
MORPHEUS: *yawning* Yes, yes, Neo...fascinating...Oh yeah! This...*holds arms up in a manner reminiscent of Vanna White, the "letter revealer" on Wheel of Fortune* ...is the Construct. That's a CAPITAL C. It is not "a" construct, for that would likely mean a lowercase c. Which it is not. Just remember that. Anywho, this is our loading program. You know; things like clothing, which Cypher obviously hasn't figured out yet as Tank seems to get a kick out of the times when Cypher tries to go in after forgetting to ask for clothes; equipment, such as Swatch watches with ultra GPS tracking devices, which are of course rendered completely useless by the fact that Tank is sitting in the ship staring at the pretty green code; weapons, because I just had to specify that "weapons" and "equipment" are not necessarily the same thing, even if you do EQUIP your WEAPONS; training simulations, which are basically just a fun way to kick back and watch your crewmembers being beaten up by simulated Agents...in other words, we can get anything we need here.
NEO: So that REALLY long speech with all your commas and semicolons was unnecessary?
MORPHEUS: You bet. Just trying to keep everyone with me.
AUDIENCE: Still failing...
NEO: Right now we're inside of a computer program? *forgets what he was saying* You know, those raggedy old chairs, really little coffee table, and 60's-like TV really detract from the room's white blandness.
MORPHEUS: Yeah, that's nice...but yes, we're in a computer program. Is it REALLY that HARD to BELIEVE?
NEO: Yes.
MORPHEUS: *continuing* Your clothes are different, the plugs in your body are gone...
NEO: *realizing he's wearing a jacket* WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! IT'S SUMMER! *pulls up sleeves on jacket to reveal…dun dun duuuuuun...THE PLUGS ARE GONE!
MORPHEUS: ...your hair is different.
NEO: *reaches up to head* OH MY GOD! DID YOU GIVE ME A MULLET?!?!
MORPHEUS: WE did not give you a mullet. Your appearance now is what we call "residual self-image". It's your mental projection of your digital self. Or something like that.
NEO: So you're saying I'm thinking of MYSELF with a MULLET?!
MORPHEUS: Yes. Please think of something else.
NEO: Okay! *concentrates real hard until his hair is changed into a bright green mohawk* COOL!
MORPHEUS: *mumbling to himself* I know he's the One. The prophecy stated that the One would be able to change his hairstyle and color at will...and his name is an anagram of the word 'One'. That's so cheesy.
WACHOWSKIS: Yeah, we know!
MORPHEUS: Where'd you guys come from?
WACHOWSKIS: That doesn't matter. Look at our T-Shirts!
MORPHEUS: I don't have time for that! *looks over at Neo, whose hair is now bright blue and down to his waist* Okay, I'll read them.
ANDY: Okay, see, we got the idea for these shirts from the ones they made for 7-Up. See, their T-Shirts say "Make 7" on the front, and "Up Yours!" on the back.
LARRY: Granted, most people wearing these shirts got randomly attacked from behind by paranoid people, but we've twisted them to make them Matrixy!
The Wachowskis stand next to each other. Andy's shirt says "There Is" on the front, and Larry's says "No Spoon". They both turn around to reveal the words "UP YOURS!" in bright green (of course) letters.
MORPHEUS: So Andy gets to walk around with a shirt that says "There Is Up Yours!" and Larry has one that says... "No Spoon Up Yours!"?
WACHOWSKIS: Yep.
MORPHEUS: Well, Andy, your shirt makes absolutely no sense, and Larry...yours just sickens me. Goodbye.
The Wachowskis magically poof away.
MORPHEUS: Now, where were we...FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, NEO!
Neo now looks like Cousin It from the Addams Family. Except his hair is rather...purple-green. Yes, purple-green. Gurple. Preen.
NEO: Uhh...sorry. *reverts back to normal unkempt short haircut* So, this isn't real?
MORPHEUS: Considering that you made your hair gurple without the help of a mentally retarded 5-year-old, yes. Or no. It depends. What IS real? How do you define real? If you are thinking about what you can feel, smell, taste, and see...then real is simply electricity in your brain.
NEO: Wouldn't that hurt?
MORPHEUS: How do you think you feel pain?
NEO: I dunno, maybe by having A GIANT NEEDLE SHOVED INTO MY NECK!
MORPHEUS: That was a long time-
NEO: Five minutes.
MORPHEUS: --ago. Okay, back to the whole "real" thing. This *picks up remote* is the world that you know.
Morpheus turns on the TV to reveal little cuddly puppies running through fields with unicorns and pink bunnies.
MORPHEUS: And THIS *changes channel* is the world that all the SANE people know.
Morpheus turns on the TV to reveal a really big city.
MORPHEUS: This is the world at the end of the 20th century. See, there's George Bush shoving Bill Clinton out the window of the oval office. But now this world is only part of a neural-interactive simulation that we call the Matrix. It's basically a really big video game, except for the whole "dying and not coming back to life" thing and that "people really DO care if you run them off the road" thing. You've been living in a dream world, Neo. Your whole life is a lie! A LIE I TELL YOU! Ahem...and this is the world as it exists today *changes channel*
The TV now displays the charred remains of the same really big city from before, as well as a Squiddie flying by with a large banner reading "Eat at Joe's" behind it. Then, somehow, Morpheus and Neo are IN the TV! GASP!
MORPHEUS: *dramatically* Welcome...to the DESERT OF THE REAL!
*lightning/thunder*
MORPHEUS: TRINITY!!!!
NEO: Did you say dessert?
MORPHEUS: No, desert.
NEO: I want dessert. Gimme ice cream.
MORPHEUS: There is no ice cream in the DESERT OF THE REAL!
NEO: *gasp*
MORPHEUS: We only have bits and pieces of information. But what we know for certain is that in the early 21st century, Dick Clark finally died.
NEO: And I thought he was some kind of immortal demon or an incarnation of God...
MORPHEUS: Not far from the truth. But we also know that at that time mankind was united in a really big partay! We were marveling at our own magnificence as we gave birth to AI. And boy did it hurt. It spawned an entire race of machines, you know. We don't know who struck first, us or them, but basically there was a huge war wiping out most of humanity. Ah, those were the good old days...and then we scorched the sky. Lovely, huh? No blue skies anymore...just clouds and the occasional lightning bolt. We figgered "HEY! Let's block out the sun so them thar robots don't get them no energy!". But they found another energy source. The human body generates more electricity than a 120-volt battery, and over 25,000 BTUs of body heat. Remember that just in case we ever play Trivial Pursuit or something.
NEO: Okay...
MORPHEUS: Basically what I'm trying to say is that the machines have all the energy they could ever want. There are fields where they grow babies and eat them up, giving them all their energy. Yummy yummy. You know what the great and wise Fat Bastard says: "Baby! The other OTHER white meat!" In other words, the Matrix is a prison and the machines turn us into this *holds up battery*
NEO: Is that why Switch called me coppertop? She thought I was gonna be used as a battery?
MORPHEUS: Maaaaaaaaybe...
NEO: No. *shakes head violently* I don't believe it. It's impossible. I'm repeating myself. I hate it when I repeat myself. I despise being repetitive! Lemme out!! *wakes up in the real world* AHHH!! *tries to get up but is still plugged in and kinda half-hangs off the chair, unable to move* Get this thing out of me! I don't believe it! Stay away from me! Blah blah, you get the point.
CYPHER: He's gonna pop!
NEO: *like the guy from Animal House with his cheeks stuffed full of mashed potatoes* Hey everybody, what am I?
*silence*
NEO: A ZIT! *throws up*
TRINITY: Ewww! *throws up on Cypher*
CYPHER: That's disgusting! *throws up*
MORPHEUS: I think I'm gonna be...*throws up*
SWITCH: Meh, I'll join the club. *throws up*
APOC: If she's going to, I will! *throws up*
MOUSE: TASTY WHEAT! *throws up*
TANK: Uhh...
DOZER: *looking woozy* I think I might...
TANK: NO!
DOZER: *throws up*
TANK: I've got a lot of cleaning up to do...
AUDIENCE: ...
TANK: *throws up*
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A/N: Okay, hope that didn't make you...uhh...*throws up* lol, I kinda ripped you off again...would you believe this is only ONE scene but is the length of a normal chapter of two scenes? Weeeird...thanks to my reviewers, who I can always count on to bug me until I update!
JediPrincess2415: Thank you! Here's an update, and hopefully I'll be fast with the next chapter!
theshiz: I'm not one to talk about Mouse's looks, being a guy and all...lol. Yep, I can't stand Tank's smile! It annoys the crap outta me!!!! And thanks for reading!
The Farting Menace: MWAHAHAHAHA! My reviewyness of other people's fics is paying off in reviews of my own...and hopefully there will be more SpongeBob references coming up!
Nitro: Thank you! Hyperness is my middle name. Well, not really, but wouldn't that be weird?
Rere/kaitou/person who doesn't want to log in: No, I don't think Barney ever talked about drugs...*looks around* Not that I'd know or anything, I don't WATCH the show...*cough cough*
Hobbit-eyes: *nods* Smith's cackle is creeeeeepy! *sigh* More Orlando Bloom obsessyness...tsk tsk, you must settle down with that! And where, exactly, did "I'm away laughing on a fast camel" come from? You say it a lot...don't even TRY to pass yourself off as sane, you should show pride in your insanity! I do! *puts button on shirt that says "I AM INSANE, GET OVER IT!"* I wish I had a button that said that...
Okay peoples, you can review now! So go! Do it! Go nowwwww!! Oh, and check my profile...visit the site in my homepage section and join it! We need people!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Matrix or any of the characters. I also don't own Wheel of Fortune or 7-Up or anything else in here that it's obvious I don't own.
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Chapter 7
MORPHEUS: You wanted to know what the Matrix is?
NEO: Will you actually tell me this time?
MORPHEUS: Yes. Trinity.
NEO: What?! Trinity's the Matrix now?!
MORPHEUS: No. I was addressing her. She SHOULD be pushing YOU into the FRIENDLY chair with the GIANT NEEDLE attached to it, *hinthint, cough cough*
TRINITY: Oh, right. I thought I was the Matrix. I was trying to figure out exactly what the Matrix does. You know, trying to pose like a computer-generated world isn't easy!
MORPHEUS: What are you talking about?
TRINITY: Uhh...I...and the...what? Oh, right. *shoves Neo toward the needley jack-in to the Matrix chair thingy*
NEO: YAY! THE DENTIST! Doctor Trinity, do I get a prize after I'm done? Like some candy?
TRINITY: Two things, Neo. One... *puts big metal shackle thing over one of Neo's feet*...I'm not a dentist. And two... *puts other shackle thing over the other foot*
NEO: OW! YOU SHUT IT ON MY FOOT!
TRINITY: That's the point. You don't want to be falling out of the chair while I'm drilling, do you?
NEO: But I thought...
TRINITY: As I was saying...AND TWO...It doesn't really make much sense for a dentist to give you candy immediately after cleaning your teeth. I mean, it'll just give you more cavities. *in a Jerry Seinfeld voice* What's up with that? *laughter comes out of nowhere* And don't get me STARTED on airline food...
MORPHEUS: Trinity, shut up. Neo, try to relax.
NEO: I'd love to. Really, I would. But with this crazy female incarnation of Jerry Lewis...
TRINITY: SEINFELD!
NEO: ...Jerry SEINFELD standing in front of me, it's kinda difficult.
MORPHEUS: Oh. DEMON BE GONE! *smacks Trinity in the forehead*
TRINITY: Hey! You hit me! *Seinfeld voice* What's up with that?
MORPHEUS: It's no use. Don't worry, you'll be fine in a second. Rest your head on the practically nonexistent headrest. *pushes Neo's head down to the chair* And don't worry about all the weird noises coming from behind you. You know, the squeaking and clanking of large metal objects, the sound of three-foot-long glinting needles...
NEO: Glinting needles make sounds?
MORPHEUS: Well, you know how they do that in movies and cartoons and stuff? Kinda like that.
NEO: Oh. So are there glinting needles behind me?
MORPHEUS: *looks back at arsenal of deadly-sharp and really really long needles* Erm...no, nothing to worry about.
NEO: Okay.
MORHPEUS: This may feel a little weird *shoves really long needle into Neo's head*
NEO: *makes some kind of face that looks partially in pain and partially constipated (if there's a difference)*
One of the random guys that the audience already forgot the name of (a.k.a. Dozer) pressed this load button on a screen, and presto, Neo's not in pain or constipated no mores. That's a double negative. So I guess he's still in pain.
NEO: Hey, I thought you said it would feel weird, not painful!
MORPHEUS: I did.
NEO: Well, it felt like receiving five spinal taps, walking barefooted on jagged rocks with bits of sharp glass sticking up from them, and being shot in the arm repeatedly to me.
MORPHEUS: I know, and isn't it WEIRD that all those things could possibly be happening at ONE TIME?
NEO: Uhh...whatever. *looks around* Wow, nice place ya got here. White's my favorite color, you know. If you can call it a color...
MORPHEUS: *yawning* Yes, yes, Neo...fascinating...Oh yeah! This...*holds arms up in a manner reminiscent of Vanna White, the "letter revealer" on Wheel of Fortune* ...is the Construct. That's a CAPITAL C. It is not "a" construct, for that would likely mean a lowercase c. Which it is not. Just remember that. Anywho, this is our loading program. You know; things like clothing, which Cypher obviously hasn't figured out yet as Tank seems to get a kick out of the times when Cypher tries to go in after forgetting to ask for clothes; equipment, such as Swatch watches with ultra GPS tracking devices, which are of course rendered completely useless by the fact that Tank is sitting in the ship staring at the pretty green code; weapons, because I just had to specify that "weapons" and "equipment" are not necessarily the same thing, even if you do EQUIP your WEAPONS; training simulations, which are basically just a fun way to kick back and watch your crewmembers being beaten up by simulated Agents...in other words, we can get anything we need here.
NEO: So that REALLY long speech with all your commas and semicolons was unnecessary?
MORPHEUS: You bet. Just trying to keep everyone with me.
AUDIENCE: Still failing...
NEO: Right now we're inside of a computer program? *forgets what he was saying* You know, those raggedy old chairs, really little coffee table, and 60's-like TV really detract from the room's white blandness.
MORPHEUS: Yeah, that's nice...but yes, we're in a computer program. Is it REALLY that HARD to BELIEVE?
NEO: Yes.
MORPHEUS: *continuing* Your clothes are different, the plugs in your body are gone...
NEO: *realizing he's wearing a jacket* WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! IT'S SUMMER! *pulls up sleeves on jacket to reveal…dun dun duuuuuun...THE PLUGS ARE GONE!
MORPHEUS: ...your hair is different.
NEO: *reaches up to head* OH MY GOD! DID YOU GIVE ME A MULLET?!?!
MORPHEUS: WE did not give you a mullet. Your appearance now is what we call "residual self-image". It's your mental projection of your digital self. Or something like that.
NEO: So you're saying I'm thinking of MYSELF with a MULLET?!
MORPHEUS: Yes. Please think of something else.
NEO: Okay! *concentrates real hard until his hair is changed into a bright green mohawk* COOL!
MORPHEUS: *mumbling to himself* I know he's the One. The prophecy stated that the One would be able to change his hairstyle and color at will...and his name is an anagram of the word 'One'. That's so cheesy.
WACHOWSKIS: Yeah, we know!
MORPHEUS: Where'd you guys come from?
WACHOWSKIS: That doesn't matter. Look at our T-Shirts!
MORPHEUS: I don't have time for that! *looks over at Neo, whose hair is now bright blue and down to his waist* Okay, I'll read them.
ANDY: Okay, see, we got the idea for these shirts from the ones they made for 7-Up. See, their T-Shirts say "Make 7" on the front, and "Up Yours!" on the back.
LARRY: Granted, most people wearing these shirts got randomly attacked from behind by paranoid people, but we've twisted them to make them Matrixy!
The Wachowskis stand next to each other. Andy's shirt says "There Is" on the front, and Larry's says "No Spoon". They both turn around to reveal the words "UP YOURS!" in bright green (of course) letters.
MORPHEUS: So Andy gets to walk around with a shirt that says "There Is Up Yours!" and Larry has one that says... "No Spoon Up Yours!"?
WACHOWSKIS: Yep.
MORPHEUS: Well, Andy, your shirt makes absolutely no sense, and Larry...yours just sickens me. Goodbye.
The Wachowskis magically poof away.
MORPHEUS: Now, where were we...FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, NEO!
Neo now looks like Cousin It from the Addams Family. Except his hair is rather...purple-green. Yes, purple-green. Gurple. Preen.
NEO: Uhh...sorry. *reverts back to normal unkempt short haircut* So, this isn't real?
MORPHEUS: Considering that you made your hair gurple without the help of a mentally retarded 5-year-old, yes. Or no. It depends. What IS real? How do you define real? If you are thinking about what you can feel, smell, taste, and see...then real is simply electricity in your brain.
NEO: Wouldn't that hurt?
MORPHEUS: How do you think you feel pain?
NEO: I dunno, maybe by having A GIANT NEEDLE SHOVED INTO MY NECK!
MORPHEUS: That was a long time-
NEO: Five minutes.
MORPHEUS: --ago. Okay, back to the whole "real" thing. This *picks up remote* is the world that you know.
Morpheus turns on the TV to reveal little cuddly puppies running through fields with unicorns and pink bunnies.
MORPHEUS: And THIS *changes channel* is the world that all the SANE people know.
Morpheus turns on the TV to reveal a really big city.
MORPHEUS: This is the world at the end of the 20th century. See, there's George Bush shoving Bill Clinton out the window of the oval office. But now this world is only part of a neural-interactive simulation that we call the Matrix. It's basically a really big video game, except for the whole "dying and not coming back to life" thing and that "people really DO care if you run them off the road" thing. You've been living in a dream world, Neo. Your whole life is a lie! A LIE I TELL YOU! Ahem...and this is the world as it exists today *changes channel*
The TV now displays the charred remains of the same really big city from before, as well as a Squiddie flying by with a large banner reading "Eat at Joe's" behind it. Then, somehow, Morpheus and Neo are IN the TV! GASP!
MORPHEUS: *dramatically* Welcome...to the DESERT OF THE REAL!
*lightning/thunder*
MORPHEUS: TRINITY!!!!
NEO: Did you say dessert?
MORPHEUS: No, desert.
NEO: I want dessert. Gimme ice cream.
MORPHEUS: There is no ice cream in the DESERT OF THE REAL!
NEO: *gasp*
MORPHEUS: We only have bits and pieces of information. But what we know for certain is that in the early 21st century, Dick Clark finally died.
NEO: And I thought he was some kind of immortal demon or an incarnation of God...
MORPHEUS: Not far from the truth. But we also know that at that time mankind was united in a really big partay! We were marveling at our own magnificence as we gave birth to AI. And boy did it hurt. It spawned an entire race of machines, you know. We don't know who struck first, us or them, but basically there was a huge war wiping out most of humanity. Ah, those were the good old days...and then we scorched the sky. Lovely, huh? No blue skies anymore...just clouds and the occasional lightning bolt. We figgered "HEY! Let's block out the sun so them thar robots don't get them no energy!". But they found another energy source. The human body generates more electricity than a 120-volt battery, and over 25,000 BTUs of body heat. Remember that just in case we ever play Trivial Pursuit or something.
NEO: Okay...
MORPHEUS: Basically what I'm trying to say is that the machines have all the energy they could ever want. There are fields where they grow babies and eat them up, giving them all their energy. Yummy yummy. You know what the great and wise Fat Bastard says: "Baby! The other OTHER white meat!" In other words, the Matrix is a prison and the machines turn us into this *holds up battery*
NEO: Is that why Switch called me coppertop? She thought I was gonna be used as a battery?
MORPHEUS: Maaaaaaaaybe...
NEO: No. *shakes head violently* I don't believe it. It's impossible. I'm repeating myself. I hate it when I repeat myself. I despise being repetitive! Lemme out!! *wakes up in the real world* AHHH!! *tries to get up but is still plugged in and kinda half-hangs off the chair, unable to move* Get this thing out of me! I don't believe it! Stay away from me! Blah blah, you get the point.
CYPHER: He's gonna pop!
NEO: *like the guy from Animal House with his cheeks stuffed full of mashed potatoes* Hey everybody, what am I?
*silence*
NEO: A ZIT! *throws up*
TRINITY: Ewww! *throws up on Cypher*
CYPHER: That's disgusting! *throws up*
MORPHEUS: I think I'm gonna be...*throws up*
SWITCH: Meh, I'll join the club. *throws up*
APOC: If she's going to, I will! *throws up*
MOUSE: TASTY WHEAT! *throws up*
TANK: Uhh...
DOZER: *looking woozy* I think I might...
TANK: NO!
DOZER: *throws up*
TANK: I've got a lot of cleaning up to do...
AUDIENCE: ...
TANK: *throws up*
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A/N: Okay, hope that didn't make you...uhh...*throws up* lol, I kinda ripped you off again...would you believe this is only ONE scene but is the length of a normal chapter of two scenes? Weeeird...thanks to my reviewers, who I can always count on to bug me until I update!
JediPrincess2415: Thank you! Here's an update, and hopefully I'll be fast with the next chapter!
theshiz: I'm not one to talk about Mouse's looks, being a guy and all...lol. Yep, I can't stand Tank's smile! It annoys the crap outta me!!!! And thanks for reading!
The Farting Menace: MWAHAHAHAHA! My reviewyness of other people's fics is paying off in reviews of my own...and hopefully there will be more SpongeBob references coming up!
Nitro: Thank you! Hyperness is my middle name. Well, not really, but wouldn't that be weird?
Rere/kaitou/person who doesn't want to log in: No, I don't think Barney ever talked about drugs...*looks around* Not that I'd know or anything, I don't WATCH the show...*cough cough*
Hobbit-eyes: *nods* Smith's cackle is creeeeeepy! *sigh* More Orlando Bloom obsessyness...tsk tsk, you must settle down with that! And where, exactly, did "I'm away laughing on a fast camel" come from? You say it a lot...don't even TRY to pass yourself off as sane, you should show pride in your insanity! I do! *puts button on shirt that says "I AM INSANE, GET OVER IT!"* I wish I had a button that said that...
Okay peoples, you can review now! So go! Do it! Go nowwwww!! Oh, and check my profile...visit the site in my homepage section and join it! We need people!