AN: Hey everybody! A thousand apologies, but this isn't an update either. But before you start throwing things at me, hear me out, please? I have a good excuse, kind of. You see, my muse, (assuming that I had one to begin with), has run away. I believe it managed to escape by distracting Igor (the little man in my basement who guards it) with chocolate Bonn-Bonn's. ~Shakes head ruefully~ I'm afraid Igor has a weakness for them. I'm trying to convince him to go get therapy, but does he ever listen? Noooo.

            But anyway, that's all beside the point, because I have managed to secure a Muse-Catching device! Behold! ~holds it up proudly~ and I made it all by myself, too. ~ignores a tied-up Forge trying to break out of the closet~ yup, yup, all by myself. With this baby I should get my muse back in no time.

Anyways, just wanted to tell you that I wasn't abandoning this fic, and muse or no muse I'll get an update posted…eventually. Right. ~Wanders off aimlessly~

Forge(from inside a closet) :Wrath? Wrath! Come back here with by bionic arm! I'm not kidding! I- ~notices a creepy-looking hunchback shuffling around~

Igor: Igor hungry…

Forge: Heh, heh, nice little man. ~backs away slowly~ Uh, help?