A/N: And I am BACK! I took a little, tiny, itsy-bitsy (did I just say "itsy-bitsy"? *shudders*) break from writing, but now I'm back. Meesa get started now, okie-day? Oh, wait, beware of the random insertion of the word "pants".
Disclaimer: No, lawyers, haven't created that repellent yet…so I don't own the Matrix…I DO own this story, however. So HA!
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Chapter 12
(The scene fades in with a bald guy sitting at a bunch of computers.)
CYPHER: Ticka ticka, ticka. Tick ticka, tick tick ticka, like I know what the hell I'm typing.
(A shadowy figure is seen walking up behind Cypher.)
PART OF THE AUDIENCE: Watch out, Cypher!
MOST OF THE AUDIENCE: *crosses fingers* Don't turn around don't turn around don't turn around…
CYPHER: *turns around* WHOA!
(We see that the shadowy figure is actually Neo, so we KNOW there's nothing to be scared of.)
NEO: HEY!
(Just telling it like it is. Neo seems more scared than Cypher.)
NEO: I was NOT SCARED! Just…startled.
CYPHER: Well, you scared the bejesus out of me.
NEO: Hahaha…you said BEJESUS…I mean, sorry for scaring you, O old and bald one.
CYPHER: It's okay. I didn't soil myself.
NEO: Okaaaay…*looks at all the screens* Is that…?
CYPHER: The Matrix?
NEO: WOW, you read my mind! And I was under the impression that the Oracle was some old lady who would kill me with poisoned cookies.
CYPHER: Neo, I'm not the Oracle. I just knew that's what you would say because, well, it's very Neo-like. Anyway, yes, the pretty green symbols are the Matrix.
NEO: Do you always look at it encoded?
CYPHER: Naaaw, it's just more FUN to decipher scrolling green code.
NEO: Oh. That's what I thought.
CYPHER: Yeah, you see, the image translators work for the construct program.
NEO: Could you repeat that? All I heard was "Blah translators work blah blah blah blah program".
CYPHER: Look, it doesn't matter, I'm just laying the groundwork for the next movies so people will understand more about the Matrix. I shall do it some more! There's too much information to decode the Matrix.
NEO: *snores*
CYPHER: Neo, are you listening to me?
NEO: *yawns* Oh yeah, I can hear you loud and clear…
CYPHER: Good. Look at the code. See how it looks like annoying green symbols falling down the screen? Well, I don't see the code. All I see are blondes, brunettes, redheads…
NEO: *wakes up* Huh? WHERE?! I WANNA SEE!!!
CYPHER: No. You don't. They're…they're…
NEO: Lemme see! *looks* AHHH!! FANGIRLS!
FANGIRL #1: I luv u, Keanuuuuu! lets mak bootyful babys!!!!
FANGIRL #2: Marriee meeeee!!!
FANGIRL #3: omg! he lookt at meeeeee! wee r so goinging owt!!!11!1!11!!111!1!!!
NEO: Away! Get…them…AWAY!!!
CYPHER: Okay. *whispers to fangirls, who have suddenly materialized on the ship*
FANGIRLS: *run away*
NEO: …what did you tell them?
CYPHER: That Orlando Bloom was wandering the tunnels shirtless.
NEO: Ooh, good one.
CYPHER: I know. *suddenly becomes shifty* Hey, do you…want a drink?
NEO: Are you…hitting on me?!
CYPHER: Erm…uhh…no, whatever gave you THAT idea?
NEO: I don't care…I NEED a drink, after all those fangirls.
CYPHER: *hands Neo a drink* You know, I know what you're thinking, because I'm thinking the same thing.
NEO: Again with the Oracleness…look, I know you know I'm thinking about why pants aren't edible, especially when people say, "Eat your shorts!" Wait…you're thinking about that too? What a coincidence!
CYPHER: No. What I've been thinking is something that I've been thinking since I got here.
NEO: Well, I've been thinking about that since I'VE gotten here.
CYPHER: No, I was thinking something else: Why, oh, why didn't I take the BLUE pants? I-I mean…pill. The BLUE pill.
NEO: Hahaha, you didn't take the blue pants!
CYPHER: Yeah, well…you stared at the woman in the red pants!
NEO: Hahahahaha!!!
CYPHER: Yeah, I can't believe Switch told you to take off your pants!
NEO: Dude! She totally didn't!
CYPHER: Yeah! By "pants", I meant "shirt".
AUDIENCE: You know, this blue pill thing seems to be hinting at something…something important that'll happen…now what was that called…?
NEO: Foreshadowing?
AUDIENCE: Yep! Yes, that's the one!
NEO: Oh. So…what's being foreshadowed?
AUDIENCE: *sighs* Nothing, nothing…
NEO: Oh, yeah, you handed me this drink, didn't you?
CYPHER: Yeah, about five minutes ago.
NEO: So I should drink it just to be polite.
CYPHER: You bet.
NEO: Is it poisoned?
CYPHER: Of course.
NEO: Good. Just checking. *drinks from mug* ahhhhh! Cough hack splutter choke!
CYPHER: Good shit, huh?
TANK: CYPHER!
CYPHER: Good crap, huh?
TANK: Cypher…
CYPHER: Tank, I'm not gonna say "poopy" just because you are under the obvious delusion that there are young children on this ship.
TANK: You just did! Ha-HA!
CYPHER: Dammit!
TANK: Besides, Mouse is young and impressionable.
MOUSE: No I'm not, I'm twenty-three or something.
TANK: You're supposed to agree with me!
MOUSE: You can't tell me what to do! You're not my father!
TANK: Oh YEAH?!
MOUSE: YEAH!!
(Tank and Mouse run off, doing a thumb war to end the debate. Neo and Cypher are left alone again)
CYPHER: That was weird…so, you like that drink?
NEO: COUGHCHOKEHACK!
CYPHER: Yeah, I though so. Blame Dozer, he made it. It's good for two things: killing engines and degreasing brain cells.
NEO: Cough hack splutter?
CYPHER: Yeah, you're right…it does sound a little strange…*shrugs* oh well.
NEO: Wow, that stuff sure made me cough a lot. Let me drink some more! *drinks*
CYPHER: Can I ask you something?
NEO: You just did.
CYPHER: Can I ask you two things?
NEO: Sure.
CYPHER: Did he tell you why he did it?
NEO: No, I haven't met him in person. But from the movie I saw that he went after Marlin and Dory when Dory's nose started bleeding and he basically went crazy with hunger.
CYPHER: No, I meant Morpheus.
NEO: Oh. Well, yes, he did. Thanks for asking.
CYPHER: Jee-zus!
NEO: You talk funny.
CYPHER: What a mind job!
NEO: No, it's true! You exaggerate your speech a lot!
CYPHER: Again, I was referring to Morpheus.
NEO: Oh. Well, yes, I agree with you one hundred and three point eighty four percent.
CYPHER: So he told you you're here to save the world? What do you say to something like that?
NEO: Usually I just stare blankly at him and pretend I'm listening.
CYPHER: Wow, I have, sadly, found something we have in common.
NEO: Yellow smiley face boxers?
CYPHER: *sighs* Correction: two things.
NEO: What about…
CYPHER: A LITTLE…piece of advice. You see an Agent…you do what we do.
NEO: Run away screaming in fear while urinating profusely?
CYPHER: Exactly.
NEO: Wow, when you said that, it suddenly became more foreboding in here. Lemme chug down my drink *chugs down drink* be polite--thanks for the drink, Cypher-- and exit, stage right. *walks away*
CYPHER: Sweet dreams. *mumbling* Yeah, like I could GET more out of character…
CUT TO: A STEAK, BEING CUT WITH A KNIFE, WHICH IS IN THE HANDS OF A TRAITOR, WHO HAS SOMEHOW BEEN PLUGGED IN WITHOUT ANYONE ELSE KNOWING TO MAKE A DEAL WITH THE ENEMY (THE UBER-COOL ENEMY, I MIGHT ADD) IN AN ANNOYINGLY FANCY RESTAURANT.
SMITH: So, do we have a deal, Mr. Reagan?
AUDIENCE: Heh…Cypher Reagan…THAT'S a good baby name…
CYPHER: *examines steak* You know…I know this steak doesn't exist. I know that when I put it in my mouth, it sends blah blah to my brain and tells me it's damn good. And after nine years, you know what I realize? I'm a vegetarian.
SMITH: Yes, that's…very interesting. Does that mean we have a deal?
CYPHER: No, it means I don't eat meat.
SMITH: But DO we have a deal?
CYPHER: Yeah, sure, why not? Pardon my ridiculously terrible grammar, but I don't wanna remember nothing. NOTHING! You understand?
SMITH: You've only said it twenty times since the beginning of dinner. I think I get the picture.
CYPHER: Oh, but just to expose the true weasel inside of me to the audience, I wanna be rich. Someone IMPORTANT. Like and ACTOR. ACTORS are IMPORTANT.
WACHOWSKIS: Yeah, yeah, we double your meager pay and you shut up.
CYPHER: Deal.
SMITH: Whatever you want, Mr. Reagan.
CYPHER: Yeah, you hear that? WHATEVER I WANT. ANYTHING.
WACHOWSKIS: Shut up or you ain't getting paid at all!
CYPHER: Yessirs! Anyway, Smithy, you get my body back in one of them neato slime pods, reinsert me into the world that I just happen to be in NOW, and I'll get you what you want.
SMITH: Access codes to the Zion mainframe.
CYPHER: Dammit, I'm a lowly crewmember who everyone hates. I don't KNOW THEM!
SMITH: *glare*
CYPHER: I'll get you the guy who does so you can drug him and try to make him talk at the same time.
SMITH: Morpheus.
CYPHER: Yes, that IS his name.
SMITH: No, I was clearly stating this fact so the audience would understand who is being stabbed in the back.
CYPHER: Well, technically it's the entire human race, but…
SMITH: Shut up.
CYPHER: Yessir.
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A/N: I'll stop right there, because I'm damn tired (you hear that? Not just TIRED, but DAMN tired!). And I decided to post this now because, well, I've taken much too long a break. I honestly can't tell you when the next chapter will be up. If you don't have alerts, check back once a week, I guess…and oi! thanks to my reviewers (sorry if I miss anyone)!
The Farting Menace: Yes, the ending to "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" is very much annoying. Or disappointing. Anyway, I'll try to get around to watching The Truman Show sometime. Wow, you had a lot of fave parts…that's a good thing, I suppose! By the way, CMT is actually…well, I think it stands for "Country Music Television", but it's basically a channel where they play country music/music videos. In other words, the most annoying station on Earth.
theshiz: Heh…I forgot Mouse?! Well…actually, I forgot him in this chapter too, so in order to not invoke your wrath upon my poor tortured soul I went and wrote him in. And you are now officially and obsessive fangirl. You're on the list! Oh, and Emilio…well…you confuse me.
Nyxa: Yes, I agree. Wait…oh, no! Mutant splinters are attacking the lighthouse! Run for your lives! Save the cheesecake and the poor, innocent calendars!
Creevey: Glad it's considered to be a gem! The jabs at Australia, well…they weren't intentional. Why DID I choose Australia, anyway…? Ohhhh, that's right, the movie was FILMED there, so I just set everything in Australia (though I've never been there). Anyway, glad you liked it, sorry it took me so long with this one!
alocin: Actually, the only reason I called him a salmon was because he was moving in the direction opposite most of the people. So, essentially, he was going "upstream". But I suppose the baldness, scariness, and big lipiness (I made that word up myself!) could also give him the description of "salmon"…
RangerGirl: Glad you like it! Yes, Linkin Park and Evanescence are two of the bestest bands ever! I also like AFI and…well, they're listed there as well. When are YOU gonna update? I read your LiveJournal, by the way…*sighs* it seems like everyone has got one except me…ah, whatever.
mronimusha: About the mental disorders, I have about five…the majority of them go unmedicated. That could be why this is so twisted. Hey, you know what I realized? You reviewed FOUR TIMES during the period between chapter 11 and this one. Go you! I love reviews (even though they were just to tell me about an update). Just…don't do it again, lol. I mean, review this one, by all means, but when you have an update…go ahead and e-mail me! I need e-mail…my inbox is always empty…but I gotta admit, you ARE good with those subliminal messages!
Hobbit-eyes: Yeah, that seemed to be the favorite part for many people. I heard that or saw that somewhere before (not EXACTLY the same thing, just the overuse of the acronyms) and it kinda came out of my fingers here…gasp! You did it too! ICT!
NEO: TLC?
Anyway, we have established in various other fics that school computers are, in fact, not to be used for work but for reading many humorous fics.
Ergo-Visavis: Did I ever tell you how much I like your name? Anyway…about the audience thing, keep in mind that technically I'M part of the audience as well…I actually expected someone to say something about that part much sooner. But since you just found this, I guess it's okay. Thank you for finding this funny and for nagging me constantly so I'll write!
To all: Chapter 2 of 'When Elf Clones Attack' should be up fairly soon as well. Please leave a wonderful review…and I am off to dreamland…*snores*
Disclaimer: No, lawyers, haven't created that repellent yet…so I don't own the Matrix…I DO own this story, however. So HA!
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Chapter 12
(The scene fades in with a bald guy sitting at a bunch of computers.)
CYPHER: Ticka ticka, ticka. Tick ticka, tick tick ticka, like I know what the hell I'm typing.
(A shadowy figure is seen walking up behind Cypher.)
PART OF THE AUDIENCE: Watch out, Cypher!
MOST OF THE AUDIENCE: *crosses fingers* Don't turn around don't turn around don't turn around…
CYPHER: *turns around* WHOA!
(We see that the shadowy figure is actually Neo, so we KNOW there's nothing to be scared of.)
NEO: HEY!
(Just telling it like it is. Neo seems more scared than Cypher.)
NEO: I was NOT SCARED! Just…startled.
CYPHER: Well, you scared the bejesus out of me.
NEO: Hahaha…you said BEJESUS…I mean, sorry for scaring you, O old and bald one.
CYPHER: It's okay. I didn't soil myself.
NEO: Okaaaay…*looks at all the screens* Is that…?
CYPHER: The Matrix?
NEO: WOW, you read my mind! And I was under the impression that the Oracle was some old lady who would kill me with poisoned cookies.
CYPHER: Neo, I'm not the Oracle. I just knew that's what you would say because, well, it's very Neo-like. Anyway, yes, the pretty green symbols are the Matrix.
NEO: Do you always look at it encoded?
CYPHER: Naaaw, it's just more FUN to decipher scrolling green code.
NEO: Oh. That's what I thought.
CYPHER: Yeah, you see, the image translators work for the construct program.
NEO: Could you repeat that? All I heard was "Blah translators work blah blah blah blah program".
CYPHER: Look, it doesn't matter, I'm just laying the groundwork for the next movies so people will understand more about the Matrix. I shall do it some more! There's too much information to decode the Matrix.
NEO: *snores*
CYPHER: Neo, are you listening to me?
NEO: *yawns* Oh yeah, I can hear you loud and clear…
CYPHER: Good. Look at the code. See how it looks like annoying green symbols falling down the screen? Well, I don't see the code. All I see are blondes, brunettes, redheads…
NEO: *wakes up* Huh? WHERE?! I WANNA SEE!!!
CYPHER: No. You don't. They're…they're…
NEO: Lemme see! *looks* AHHH!! FANGIRLS!
FANGIRL #1: I luv u, Keanuuuuu! lets mak bootyful babys!!!!
FANGIRL #2: Marriee meeeee!!!
FANGIRL #3: omg! he lookt at meeeeee! wee r so goinging owt!!!11!1!11!!111!1!!!
NEO: Away! Get…them…AWAY!!!
CYPHER: Okay. *whispers to fangirls, who have suddenly materialized on the ship*
FANGIRLS: *run away*
NEO: …what did you tell them?
CYPHER: That Orlando Bloom was wandering the tunnels shirtless.
NEO: Ooh, good one.
CYPHER: I know. *suddenly becomes shifty* Hey, do you…want a drink?
NEO: Are you…hitting on me?!
CYPHER: Erm…uhh…no, whatever gave you THAT idea?
NEO: I don't care…I NEED a drink, after all those fangirls.
CYPHER: *hands Neo a drink* You know, I know what you're thinking, because I'm thinking the same thing.
NEO: Again with the Oracleness…look, I know you know I'm thinking about why pants aren't edible, especially when people say, "Eat your shorts!" Wait…you're thinking about that too? What a coincidence!
CYPHER: No. What I've been thinking is something that I've been thinking since I got here.
NEO: Well, I've been thinking about that since I'VE gotten here.
CYPHER: No, I was thinking something else: Why, oh, why didn't I take the BLUE pants? I-I mean…pill. The BLUE pill.
NEO: Hahaha, you didn't take the blue pants!
CYPHER: Yeah, well…you stared at the woman in the red pants!
NEO: Hahahahaha!!!
CYPHER: Yeah, I can't believe Switch told you to take off your pants!
NEO: Dude! She totally didn't!
CYPHER: Yeah! By "pants", I meant "shirt".
AUDIENCE: You know, this blue pill thing seems to be hinting at something…something important that'll happen…now what was that called…?
NEO: Foreshadowing?
AUDIENCE: Yep! Yes, that's the one!
NEO: Oh. So…what's being foreshadowed?
AUDIENCE: *sighs* Nothing, nothing…
NEO: Oh, yeah, you handed me this drink, didn't you?
CYPHER: Yeah, about five minutes ago.
NEO: So I should drink it just to be polite.
CYPHER: You bet.
NEO: Is it poisoned?
CYPHER: Of course.
NEO: Good. Just checking. *drinks from mug* ahhhhh! Cough hack splutter choke!
CYPHER: Good shit, huh?
TANK: CYPHER!
CYPHER: Good crap, huh?
TANK: Cypher…
CYPHER: Tank, I'm not gonna say "poopy" just because you are under the obvious delusion that there are young children on this ship.
TANK: You just did! Ha-HA!
CYPHER: Dammit!
TANK: Besides, Mouse is young and impressionable.
MOUSE: No I'm not, I'm twenty-three or something.
TANK: You're supposed to agree with me!
MOUSE: You can't tell me what to do! You're not my father!
TANK: Oh YEAH?!
MOUSE: YEAH!!
(Tank and Mouse run off, doing a thumb war to end the debate. Neo and Cypher are left alone again)
CYPHER: That was weird…so, you like that drink?
NEO: COUGHCHOKEHACK!
CYPHER: Yeah, I though so. Blame Dozer, he made it. It's good for two things: killing engines and degreasing brain cells.
NEO: Cough hack splutter?
CYPHER: Yeah, you're right…it does sound a little strange…*shrugs* oh well.
NEO: Wow, that stuff sure made me cough a lot. Let me drink some more! *drinks*
CYPHER: Can I ask you something?
NEO: You just did.
CYPHER: Can I ask you two things?
NEO: Sure.
CYPHER: Did he tell you why he did it?
NEO: No, I haven't met him in person. But from the movie I saw that he went after Marlin and Dory when Dory's nose started bleeding and he basically went crazy with hunger.
CYPHER: No, I meant Morpheus.
NEO: Oh. Well, yes, he did. Thanks for asking.
CYPHER: Jee-zus!
NEO: You talk funny.
CYPHER: What a mind job!
NEO: No, it's true! You exaggerate your speech a lot!
CYPHER: Again, I was referring to Morpheus.
NEO: Oh. Well, yes, I agree with you one hundred and three point eighty four percent.
CYPHER: So he told you you're here to save the world? What do you say to something like that?
NEO: Usually I just stare blankly at him and pretend I'm listening.
CYPHER: Wow, I have, sadly, found something we have in common.
NEO: Yellow smiley face boxers?
CYPHER: *sighs* Correction: two things.
NEO: What about…
CYPHER: A LITTLE…piece of advice. You see an Agent…you do what we do.
NEO: Run away screaming in fear while urinating profusely?
CYPHER: Exactly.
NEO: Wow, when you said that, it suddenly became more foreboding in here. Lemme chug down my drink *chugs down drink* be polite--thanks for the drink, Cypher-- and exit, stage right. *walks away*
CYPHER: Sweet dreams. *mumbling* Yeah, like I could GET more out of character…
CUT TO: A STEAK, BEING CUT WITH A KNIFE, WHICH IS IN THE HANDS OF A TRAITOR, WHO HAS SOMEHOW BEEN PLUGGED IN WITHOUT ANYONE ELSE KNOWING TO MAKE A DEAL WITH THE ENEMY (THE UBER-COOL ENEMY, I MIGHT ADD) IN AN ANNOYINGLY FANCY RESTAURANT.
SMITH: So, do we have a deal, Mr. Reagan?
AUDIENCE: Heh…Cypher Reagan…THAT'S a good baby name…
CYPHER: *examines steak* You know…I know this steak doesn't exist. I know that when I put it in my mouth, it sends blah blah to my brain and tells me it's damn good. And after nine years, you know what I realize? I'm a vegetarian.
SMITH: Yes, that's…very interesting. Does that mean we have a deal?
CYPHER: No, it means I don't eat meat.
SMITH: But DO we have a deal?
CYPHER: Yeah, sure, why not? Pardon my ridiculously terrible grammar, but I don't wanna remember nothing. NOTHING! You understand?
SMITH: You've only said it twenty times since the beginning of dinner. I think I get the picture.
CYPHER: Oh, but just to expose the true weasel inside of me to the audience, I wanna be rich. Someone IMPORTANT. Like and ACTOR. ACTORS are IMPORTANT.
WACHOWSKIS: Yeah, yeah, we double your meager pay and you shut up.
CYPHER: Deal.
SMITH: Whatever you want, Mr. Reagan.
CYPHER: Yeah, you hear that? WHATEVER I WANT. ANYTHING.
WACHOWSKIS: Shut up or you ain't getting paid at all!
CYPHER: Yessirs! Anyway, Smithy, you get my body back in one of them neato slime pods, reinsert me into the world that I just happen to be in NOW, and I'll get you what you want.
SMITH: Access codes to the Zion mainframe.
CYPHER: Dammit, I'm a lowly crewmember who everyone hates. I don't KNOW THEM!
SMITH: *glare*
CYPHER: I'll get you the guy who does so you can drug him and try to make him talk at the same time.
SMITH: Morpheus.
CYPHER: Yes, that IS his name.
SMITH: No, I was clearly stating this fact so the audience would understand who is being stabbed in the back.
CYPHER: Well, technically it's the entire human race, but…
SMITH: Shut up.
CYPHER: Yessir.
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A/N: I'll stop right there, because I'm damn tired (you hear that? Not just TIRED, but DAMN tired!). And I decided to post this now because, well, I've taken much too long a break. I honestly can't tell you when the next chapter will be up. If you don't have alerts, check back once a week, I guess…and oi! thanks to my reviewers (sorry if I miss anyone)!
The Farting Menace: Yes, the ending to "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" is very much annoying. Or disappointing. Anyway, I'll try to get around to watching The Truman Show sometime. Wow, you had a lot of fave parts…that's a good thing, I suppose! By the way, CMT is actually…well, I think it stands for "Country Music Television", but it's basically a channel where they play country music/music videos. In other words, the most annoying station on Earth.
theshiz: Heh…I forgot Mouse?! Well…actually, I forgot him in this chapter too, so in order to not invoke your wrath upon my poor tortured soul I went and wrote him in. And you are now officially and obsessive fangirl. You're on the list! Oh, and Emilio…well…you confuse me.
Nyxa: Yes, I agree. Wait…oh, no! Mutant splinters are attacking the lighthouse! Run for your lives! Save the cheesecake and the poor, innocent calendars!
Creevey: Glad it's considered to be a gem! The jabs at Australia, well…they weren't intentional. Why DID I choose Australia, anyway…? Ohhhh, that's right, the movie was FILMED there, so I just set everything in Australia (though I've never been there). Anyway, glad you liked it, sorry it took me so long with this one!
alocin: Actually, the only reason I called him a salmon was because he was moving in the direction opposite most of the people. So, essentially, he was going "upstream". But I suppose the baldness, scariness, and big lipiness (I made that word up myself!) could also give him the description of "salmon"…
RangerGirl: Glad you like it! Yes, Linkin Park and Evanescence are two of the bestest bands ever! I also like AFI and…well, they're listed there as well. When are YOU gonna update? I read your LiveJournal, by the way…*sighs* it seems like everyone has got one except me…ah, whatever.
mronimusha: About the mental disorders, I have about five…the majority of them go unmedicated. That could be why this is so twisted. Hey, you know what I realized? You reviewed FOUR TIMES during the period between chapter 11 and this one. Go you! I love reviews (even though they were just to tell me about an update). Just…don't do it again, lol. I mean, review this one, by all means, but when you have an update…go ahead and e-mail me! I need e-mail…my inbox is always empty…but I gotta admit, you ARE good with those subliminal messages!
Hobbit-eyes: Yeah, that seemed to be the favorite part for many people. I heard that or saw that somewhere before (not EXACTLY the same thing, just the overuse of the acronyms) and it kinda came out of my fingers here…gasp! You did it too! ICT!
NEO: TLC?
Anyway, we have established in various other fics that school computers are, in fact, not to be used for work but for reading many humorous fics.
Ergo-Visavis: Did I ever tell you how much I like your name? Anyway…about the audience thing, keep in mind that technically I'M part of the audience as well…I actually expected someone to say something about that part much sooner. But since you just found this, I guess it's okay. Thank you for finding this funny and for nagging me constantly so I'll write!
To all: Chapter 2 of 'When Elf Clones Attack' should be up fairly soon as well. Please leave a wonderful review…and I am off to dreamland…*snores*