A/N: I wish to state that the other author, convinced as she is at her superiority, has TERRIBLE grammar. I spend half my time CORRECTING her grammar. She also has a tendency of making the story go NOWHERE and I DO NOT mean that literally.

And I want to know why no one reviews our fic. It's making me sad. PLEASE!!!! REVIEW!!!!

Another thing, if you're confused as to who everyone is, we are all a big happy...group of friends. Yes. I'd give up keeping track of them...I can't and I'm the damn author. Well, one of them anyway.

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"We need to get out of here," Cisca murmured to Meara and Kevin after several hours of watching Bekki and Melissa watch Mad Mad House obsessively and compulsively. "Not only are we stuck in a small room with two obsessive compulsive people but this show is driving me crazy."

"Ditto," Kevin replied.

"Let's go find Jack," Trist, who had been eavesdropping, suggested.

"Sounds good," Meara agreed.

And so the four friends sneaked out of the room and left Bekki and Melissa to wither away and die while watching Mad Mad House.

TBC............ (I'm too tired to write)