Hiha!

I'm finally updating this, I thank all of you for the reviews! I didn't expect so much success! Anywho, here's chapter two!

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Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tirusky IV, better known as Ed, woke up one dark, damp, and impossible infinite morning, erg, night, um, fourth dimension in space. She yawned and crawled over to her water dish she shared with Ein, petting the Welsh Corgie as she lapped up some of the good old H20. She sighed, noting the unusual silence when—

"Edward!!!"

"Yay! Jet-person is awake!" Ed cheerfully commented to Ein and the two made their way out of the hangar where they were floating around. She was happily singing a song about the joys of toothbrushes and fixing computers when she looked upon a scene that shocked her deeply.

Spike and Faye...well they were arguing as usual but with a lot more hatred, bickering, and...blood.

"How was I supposed to know your suit was prone to fading???"

"Are you so stupid that you think lights and darks, a.k.a. your clothes and mine, were supposed to be washed together???"

"Jackass!"

"#####!"

"Bastard!"

"####!"

"Idiot!"

"Shut it you two!" Jet shouted at the two adults fighting like two children. Ed was shocked to see Spike's suit faded to a light blueish-gray color with a yellowish tint. Faye's shiny and bold clothes were green-yellow, the color of urine. (heh heh!) Both looked so stupid and weird that Ed was a little shocked and scared but found the situation to be hilarious.

"Food's ready you guys!" She heard Jet bellow and leaped into the kitchen to help bring it out. Ed placed the platter on her head without looking at the contents and did her trademark walk into the living area and sat the tray down on the coffee table with a bow. Jet sat on the big chair they tied the bounties as Spike and Faye sat together but as far apart as possible on the couch. Ed began eating as fast and as messily as possible. The other cowpokes just stared at Jet, who was rubbing a throbbing vein in his temple, thinking of all the work to clean up Ed's mess.

Spike finally spoke. "What the hell is this?" He asked wearily.

"Bell peppers and tofu with fish heads on the side," Jet answered just as tiredly. A few more moments aof silence until Jet finally said, "Ed likes it."

"What the hell is wrong with you guys?!?!?" Faye screamed, jumping to her feet. "Why do I have to put up with this crap?" She jumped back onto the couch and began stuffing her face with Jet's new specialty as fast as she could.

"Okay," Spike said after a minute of watching Faye stuff herself.

"It tastes like feet!" The gambler said through tears.

"Well it's all you're gonna get!" Jet bellowed and he stormed out of the room. Spike picked up the bowl and sniffed it gingerly, shoving it away from himself as fast as he could after he caught the scent. Ed gleefully took his bowl and was about to slurp up some more of the 'food' when—

"What makesyou think you get thirds?!?!?" Fay yelled as she grabbed Jet's special away from the teenager. Ed began to type on Tomato sneakily, observing everything that was going on.

Day one:

Jet made some delicious bell peppers and tofu with the yummy fish heads I ordered on the side! Faye-Faye seemed to love it, Spike-person didn't have much of an appetite,and Jet-person seemed a little angry. Are they mad at Edward?

"We all hate you right now Ed!" Faye screamed, reading over her shoulder.

Hmmm, apparently so. Well they're probably mad because of the lack of dopamine in their brains! The nice nun-lady at the orphanage told us all about when you smoke, it gives you a rush of dopamine and then your brain stops producing dopamine because you get it from the smoke-sticks and then when you stop, you get depressed or angry, usually at Edward, and it takes oh-so long to get working again!!! Edward can't wait for the Bebop's brains to work again!

The rest of the day's events consisted of Fay stepping in Ein's water bowl, Jet walking in on her in the shower, Spike having target practice with Jet's bonsai planters, a knife fight with forks, and fish-head salad with rock-crutons. Edward went to sleep, snuggling up against Ein's furry boday for a pillow in the gravity-less hangar and thinking about pillows dancing, dancing, dancing away with the Beboppers into a field of non-toxic paint-producing plants.

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Whoa! Alrighty then, please R&R, it really keeps me motivated! I'll thank all of you the next chapter, I've just got to go to sleep now! Nighty-night peoples!

Chlorophyll,

Qui-ti