Whee, I actually finished a story. Now I've got a review requesting a sequel. Well, I can't say no to a fic fan. *Nod nod* So, a sequel it is then! It shouldn't take me long to come up with a plot; I usually make it up as I go anyway. o-o Now then, so that this Word Document isn't a complete waste, I'll insert some utterly out of character and nonsense- induced scripts. :D

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Marik: *Sitting on the couch in the living room of Malik's house, reading a book*

Malik: *Crawls along the ground behind the couch in army camouflage humming his own theme song.* Secret agent army man. Dun dun dun! Dun! Doo doo! Da! Dun dun dun!

Marik: You do know I can hear you, right?

Malik: No, you can't, you just think you do. In fact, I'm not really here!

Marik: Get off the floor, it's dirty.

Malik: Get down, Yami!!! They're attacking! *Jumps on Marik*

Marik: Oof! What the hell?! Get off of me right now!

Malik: *Puts a hand over Marik's mouth* Traitor to the British army! I'm taking you hostess!

Marik: You mean hostage? *Slaps his hand away*

Malik: That's what I said.

Marik: o-O ISIS! Your brother is a psycho!!!

Isis: *Calls from the other room* Yes, I know. Don't put yourself down, Marik!

Marik: That's not what I meant!!!

Malik: *Drags Marik into the backyard and duct tapes him to a tree* Aha! I have you now!

Marik: Wait a minute. How did you manage that? I'm bigger, stronger, and smarter than you are. And you don't have any trees in your backyard. o_o

Malik: I grew one overnight with my magic powers!

Marik: Trees don't grow overnight... Malik: They do for this story, so SHHHHHH!!!

Yami: *Glides by, riding atop a pink sheep.* And then we're going back to Washington DC to take back the Whitehouse, YEAAAAAGH!

Marik: Holy crap, they're all insane!

Malik: *Chases after Yami.* Traitor to the SAAMA!!!

Marik: Secret Agent Army Man Association? o-O Ok... I'm tied to a tree. Somebody help me!

*Silence. Cricket chirp. Tumbleweed. Loon call. Distance car motor. Dog barking.*

Marik: o-o Fuck... I guess this means I'll need to summon the FGC... Yes, the Fan Girl Concubines! Oh fan girlish whores! I need you! Uh...I'm naked! Yeah, that's it.

Wave of Fan Girls: *Poof into existence* Marikeepoo! :D

Marik: Girls, could you untie me please? I'll uh...take my shirt off. X-x!

Wave of Fan Girls: *Tear the duct tape to shreds.*

Marik: Hahaha! Sentimental fools! I am free. Seeya! *Runs away*

Wave of Fan Girls: *Follows Marik like heat-seeking missiles*

Marik: *Locks himself in a bomb shelter* o-o;;; *Hears fan girls slamming into the door.* That was close...

Bakura: What are -you- doing in here?

Marik: Fan girls.

Bakura: Same here.

Ryou: I see partially dead people... *Curls up in a corner of the bomb shelter and rocks back and forth. Back and forth. Back and- Never mind.*

Bakura: He was glomped 25 times today. I almost feel sorry for him. Cause' y'know, today only started what, an hour ago?

Marik: No, 25 minutes.

Bakura: Wow... 1 GPM I almost envy him. Almost

Marik: G...PM?

Bakura: Glomps Per Minute; you've really got to keep up with the times, Marik.

Ryou: I see things; I see them with my eyes. I see things; they're often in disguise. Like carrots, handbags cheese! @-@

Bakura & Marik: *Inch away from Ryou*

Yami: *Glides by again* We're goin' to California!

Marik: How did he get in here?

Bakura: Beats me. *Shrug.*

Marik: I think the concubines are gone. *Goes outside*

Yugi: Marik! You have five letters in your name! Dude!

Marik: *KABLINK*

Yugi: Ehehehe! @-@ And like... I have FIVE fingers. That's awesome! We're like family, man!

Marik: Are you high? ...Again?

Yugi: Yes! :D Oh look, a monkey! *Chases it*

Marik: *Crawls into somebody's book bag and falls asleep in some notebook paper* Draw me when they're sane again. ZzZzZz...