DISCLAIMER: hmm... i've talked about not owning the characters before, havent i? i dont wanna go into it.....

AUTHOR'S NOTE I know that i've talked about introducing Ross's girlfriend soon.... but it is not in this chapter. nope, you've gotta wait for chapter 4 - which won't come unless you REVIEW! lol, plz? In this chapter it starts wiv only Rachel and Pheobe, in Pheobe's apartment. Got that? good..... oh yeah, also you have to understand that Pheobe is pregnant and she has these mood swings... so one minute she's evil, and the next she's frustrated. Okay? just read...........

Pheobe's Psychic Torture Experiment

Pheobe opened the door to her apartment, whilst holding a circular tray, filled to the brim with supicious looking yellow liquid.

Rachel, who had long got used to Pheobe's oddities, asked mildly, "What's that for Pheebs?"

"You."

"Me?!"

"Yes.... don't you remember that you booked an appointment with me, to take a look at your future?" Pheobe said, quite impatiently.

"I did?" Rachel asked, with a confused expression.

"Erm, there might be a slim chance that I've mistaken you for someone else." Pheobe said thoughtfully, "Anyway, it doesn't matter. Okay... the first step is to put your feet inside this tray."

"What is it?" asked Rachel, curiously.

"JUST PUT YOUR DAMN FEET INSIDE!!"

"Woah, sure.... Pheebs." Rachel looked shocked at the sudden outburst.

"I'm so sorry, Rach.... it's these mood swings I'm getting from my pregnancy...." Pheobe moaned.

Rachel placed her arm around Pheobe's shoulders, (her feet still soaking in the overflowing tray.) She said reassuringly, "Awwww..... Pheebs, I'll always be there for you......"

"GET THE HELL OFF ME, YOU BIG PUSSY!!" Pheobe yelled at the startled Rachel.

"I'm just trying to help you!" Rachel exclaimed.

"I'm just trying to help you!" Pheobe mimicked.

"Look," Rachel said, her patience running out, "Are you going to take a look at my future or what?!"

"Okay.... just don't EVER tamper with a psychic's temper..... right, let me see your hands. Woah! I've never seen such dry and ugly hands with so many wrinkles! You should really try using cream, Rach... eurgh, I don't even want to touch them!"

It seemed as if Pheobe was deliberately trying to hurt Rachel, through her mood swings. But at that precise moment, the door bell rang.

DING - DONG!

"I'll get that..." Pheobe stood up, "But I'm not finished with you yet, Rachel Green." she said, somewhat threatingly.

"Saved by the bell," muttered Rachel.

It was Joey at the door, carrying yet another tray......... of mud!

"Hi Pheobe, erm.. well, here is the mud you asked me to bring over. What do you need it for?" Joey asked.

"Well... it's for Rachel. A little 'Psychic Torture Experiment' I have for her!"

"Sounds good," Joey nodded his head, although he had not understood what Pheobe had just said, 'Erm, can I have this mud back when you've finished? It's just that I took it from Monica's pot plants......"

"Yeah, whatever - just put the tray of mud on the table."

Joey walked inside the room and placed the mud on the antique table. But as he turned around, he looked horrified when he saw Rachel.

"THAT'S MY POTTY!!" Joey yelled, pointing at the tray where Rachel's feet was soaked in.

"Y-your WHAT?!" cried Rachel.

"My potty! I was looking for it last night! I haven't emptied it for days!!!!"

For a moment Rachel looked ready to kill. But she soon recovered from her state of shock as she yelled, "EURGH!!! PHEOBE!!!!" running out of the apartment, barefooted, and soaking the carpet with....... Joey's waste.

All Pheobe could say was, "Hey, mind the carpet, Rach! It's from Persia!"

Well... hey, that was chapter 2!!! Thank you so so so much for everyone that had reviewed, is reviewing, and is gonna review! Tell me if you like this... & i will continue. chapter 3 comin up.... about joey trying to audition for a GAY HAIRDRESSER, and asks Chandler for tips. okay... i wont go into detail, but look forward to chapter 4.....