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ATTACK OF THE KILLER SHRIMP OF DOOM!

By: Akiko

Chapter 3: Raaaaaaaaaghr

"So, you say that you had dreams about these shrimp before the giant shrimp tried to attack you, correct?" Ivan asked, sitting cross-legged in front of him. Picard nodded. "Yes, exactly."

"A prophetic Mercury Adept...now I really have seen everything," Sheba muttered, sitting next to Ivan.

"Now, now, Sheba, our friend Picard could very well have had a vision of shrimp attacking our ship," Ivan reminded her.

"It's MY ship," Picard murmured.

The two Jupiter Adepts glared at him. "What was that?"

"Nothing..."

Now, Picard, just close your eyes and relax," Ivan told him. "We're going to go inside your mind and find out whether they really were visions or not."

Picard nodded his head and closed his eyes. A few moments later terrifying thoughts began surfacing. The time Lemuria had been attacked by a giant sea serpent, facing the prospect of going to school with the worst hair cut in the world, the first time he had met Jenna, and worst of all...SHRIMP. Big shrimp, little shrimp, EVERYWHERE.

Quite as suddenly as it had come, it stopped.

"That was messed up," Sheba shook her head. "Really...you Lemurians are nuts..."

Ivan looked confused. "I...think I agree with you."

"Well?" Picard asked impatiently.

"I-" Ivan began to say. Then the entire ship shook. They could hear screaming outside, and quite suddenly there was no roof. A shrimp of gargantuan porportions had knocked it away, and was now glaring down at them, it's feelers vibrating, making a hissing noise. Picard screamed and dove for the nearest bed. Ivan and Sheba cast spark plasma in unison. Outside others were casting their own Psynergy. The shrieks from the shrimp started becomming unbearable...

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Picard woke up.

"Ah, it was just a dream," Picard sat up, then noticed something odd. "Hey...where did the roof go?"

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Alright, now to answer some reviews!

Elena: ::dies:: But you never answer reviews!

Well...I want to.

Wahya: ::falls of chair:: Woah! Are you serious?! I've...never actually seen the Tremors TV series (though, I have seen all three movies...) and I thought I was the only one going nuts...

Sapphire Falcon: Oh, no. See, none of them can talk. They're all writing on dry-erase boards, and all of that squeaking you hear is due to their markers moving on the boards. And the leaders have to keep trading off, but unfortunately they're stupid and have the dry-erase board in the wrong game.

Viollete Ice: Both, of course!

Mossygirl: Yes, it was a spoof on Escaflowne. ^^;;;

Uniswift87: Are you kidding me? This is a VERY serious fic! This fic is dealing with the terror of gaining a fear of shrimp, and then having to face your fear! It's the psycological thriller of the year!

WildBlackWolf: Well, take a walk off of a short piers wearing concrete shoes! Okay, no, don't. But seriously, I despise the name "Piers". Mostly because I wrote Picard before the second game came out, and when you write about characters you tend to get attached to dumb things like their names and personalities. So, sorry, he will remain Picard.

Everyone Else: I've known about my mental state of health for a long time, thanks. ^_^

Alright, that's enough, now that the author notes are longer than the story...

Elena: Not hard.

Oh, shut up. Next chapter coming soon!