This might seem sudden because I haven't warned any of you before this, but the story is probably ending really, really soon. Like in the next chapter or something. Because I have thought up a nice little ending for this. And there's really no point to drag it out anymore. I'm running out of funny cells!
"All right. Ready, Sméagol?"
TWG nodded, a big smile on his face. He was wearing a shirt and pants, for once. They were the smallest Kathy could find in the house, but they still hung off his bony figure.
"You're not going to make it," Patrick warned from his seat on the stairs.
"At least it's worth a shot," Kathy said. "Come on, you never know until you try. Let's go, Sméagol."
She opened the door, and it slammed shut behind them as they walked out. Patrick sighed. A bloodcurdling scream was heard, and Kathy and TWG came rushing back into the house, almost falling over each other. Kathy slammed the door shut again, and collapsed against it.
"The neighbour was outside, huh?" Patrick remarked.
TWG was cowering in a corner, obviously shocked out of his mind. Kathy was panting, sitting against the door. "Yeah," she said.
"You know now it's not going to work, right?" Patrick continued, rather glad that his point had just been so effectively proven.
"Yeah," she said.
"Sméagol no job, then?" TWG asked timidly from his corner.
"Yeah," she said.
Sméagol sat sulking in the bathtub. He was feeling rather upset at not having a job. It was silly. It was unfair. And why on earth had that stupid fat woman screamed so loudly? She sounded like a Ringwraith.
Kathy was sprawled on the couch, going through the classifieds once again. Sméagol couldn't get a job anymore, but she definitely had to find one for herself. Or else they would be out on the streets eating from the garbage. Somehow she didn't find that very appealing, even though Sméagol would probably have fun for the first couple of days.
Nat flopped down on Deon's bed. "Wow, nice. Comfy."
"It's probably exactly like your bed. Why are you even in my room?" Deon asked.
"I don't know. I thought I'd visit. Be friendly and all," Nat chirped. She was a little high from all those sweet stuff she had eaten at dinner. What were they, anyway? And also, she had consumed a rather large amount of malt beer. "Hey, tell me, will you miss me if I went back to Earth one day?"
"I wouldn't miss you lying on my bed, definitely," Deon remarked. "Now, can you please get off?"
"All right, grumpy…" Nat got off the bed, but settled down comfortably on the ground. "I'm getting rather used to all these dresses. They're nice. I haven't fallen down in ages. Really must meet your king one day and say thanks."
"I don't think that would be necessary. He probably wouldn't want to meet you," Deon muttered. "Anyway… you look nice in that dress."
Nat's eyes widened at the compliment. "Really? Wow. Cool. Thanks." She stood up and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Anyway, I think I will go to bed now. Toodle-loo!"
Deon stared after he as she waltzed out of his room. "That girl's definitely a little drunk tonight," he said to himself. But he touched his cheek and smiled.