Yes, I'm back again after having a very nice long time eating my scorching hot fondue. It was delicious. Burning fondue is the best. But then I ran out of heat and so I couldn't make anymore scorching hot burning fondue and so I figured that it must be time again to post another chapter. And here it is. Now you know how the sentence ends. And if you don't care, that's nice.

Chapter Fire

Butterfly Wings Make Neato Pictures

the whole thing with mild interest. While she could have helped him and gotten the thing off of him, that would have required her to touch it. And she didn't really want to touch it. Yeah. Not really much at all. In fact, she didn't really want to look at it. It was a baby with like two-foot long legs. That just wasn't right.

She wondered if it was a genetic disorder.

Probably.

It was probably from Christian's genes too.

Darn Christian. Giving her babies messed up genes to make them have freak legs. They'd probably grow up to be carnies and do really degrading things in wacked out outfits and have to work for a person with weird facial hair in a slummy part of town.

Then she realized that that had pretty much been the story of her life. Minus the freak legs and carnie part.

Finally, she just randomly decided to help out her husband.

Yes, they were married, I forgot to mention that.

And they owned the little house by the sea complete with a breakfast nook together. Cause that is just what married people do. They own little houses by the sea complete with breakfast nooks.

So anyways, she took an abnormally large pair of tongs, which she had gotten in Togo while learning the art of voodoo, and reached over to pluck the little FON off Christian's head.

"IT'S SLIMYYYYYY!!!" Christian politely stated as the FON legs of the FON baby thrashed about him like a dying squid, occasionally thwacking him in the face.

The tongs got a good hold of the FON baby's tiny tuft of hair and she carefully and gracefully flung it over her shoulder and landed on the sofa with a "fff".

"I get 23 points!" Satine announced, throwing her arms up triumphantly.

"But it's not a Tuesday so you only get 12," Christian said.

"Sauerkraut!" she cursed and threw down her tongs in rage.

"Goo?" asked the FON baby and Satine and Christian turned to see it still alive and hanging out on the couch.

"Well, I guess we should name it…or something," Christian suggested.

"No, let's not."