AN: YAY! I have more loyal reviewers. One more IMPORTANT ITEM: Any one who knows what goes on in BoB and has a s/n must write a BoB story. If you don't I shall 1) flame all of your stories at least thrice (3x) 2) e-mail you until you go insane. 3) send the evil mutant purple cheese monkeys from mars on you.

You people are so impatient cough Maggi coughSo now for the shout outs:

Maggi: At the end of the story she's fighting with Speirs. Thanks. I would have done more German, but it got on my nerves, and my Internet was down when I was writing this.

biro1: Thanks. I'm not too sure about German, but I use I think it's pretty good for translations. I'll work on changing the fuck to verdammt if I have time. And if I have any questions on German, I'll be sure to ask you.

Lehcar Sundance: Yes, Luz is Hilarious. Sue's not extremely weak, she just is tired from taking care of two other peoples by herself.

Nosilla: These stupid guys in 1985, whoops, I mean 1945. I love that song though. I just wanted to make sure that you weren't being mean to me about that other story. I've decided to make you count because I'm nice, and magically delicious.

"Why can't I win!" Speirs shouted. It wasn't because of his fight with Sue. It was because he sucks at poker.

"Cough it up spears." Sue said menacingly. He handed Sue a piece of paper that said: 'IDOU: I don't Owe you $8 because we aren't playing with real money.' "BWAAHAAHAA! I'm now 5 fake dollars ahead of all you people."

"Ummm... so?"

"So now I can rule the world! Or at least get you guys some fake sodas, who wants one?" Sue asked heading towards the fridge.

"Do you got any beer?" Luz asked.

"Yeah, we haven't had beer in months." Popeye agreed.

"I don't think so, but I have some vodka, is that okay?"

"Hell yeah!" Most of the men shouted. The others were already next to Sue with glasses waiting for a cup.

"Look, I can't give it all to you guys, but I can give you some of it."

"Why not?" Popeye asked.

"You can use it to sterilize things." Roe answered.

"Thank you, smart one."

After a few drinks, and crazy drunk men... I mean very responsible drinkers, there was nothing but laughing around the room.

"I haven't laughed so hard since... since never." Sue stated.

After a few more drinks, a lot of the people passed out.

"Where are your brother, and dad fighting?" Speirs asked.

"I don't know, I haven't got a letter in a few months."

"Have you been sending them letters?" Luz asked.

"Sure I have. Should they have written back yet?" Sue asked worriedly.

"It's not completely unusual..." Roe answered trying to put it as nice as possible.

"So you're saying that it's hopeless." Sue stated flatly.

"In combat people don't always have time to write..."

"That's not what you mean though... You mean I'll never see them."

"There's still a chance." Roe answered

"How much... out of every company, how many people are killed per month?" Sue asked.

"Ummm... on average there's about... what do you guys say, three?"

"Yeah, about that amount." Speirs agreed.

"Give or take some." Luz answered.

"You guys are so comforting..." Sue was remotely drunk now, and wobbled as she tried to get up. "Where are you guys headed after here?"

"I don't remember anymore... that can't be good." Speirs answered.

"Oh my god, Speirs doesn't know something... The world is coming to an end." Luz joked.

"I remember it. It was something with a 'y' right?"

"You people are so drunk." Sue stated.

"And you're not?"

"I don't know, I've never been drunk before."

"Sure you haven't." Popeye answered.

Some random guy that was staying there got up and wobbled for a moment. "Where's the bathroom?" He asked.

Sue pointed in a direction, "Thanks." He answered.

You could hear barfing sounds from the other room. Everyone burst out laughing.

"Was that your bathroom?" Popeye asked.

"I don't think so."

AN: Okay, so now I'm in a bad mood, so I might make this a sad ending story. I'm not sure yet. Maybe if I'm in a good mood later, it will be happy.