Lightning-Dono: Chapter 5 was so fun to write! Now it's back to business, but I'll manage to stick more random ones in. I'm not feeling very humorous today, so this chapter might not be too funny.

Answers to the reviewers

Freak09 - Don't worry how much you review as long as you read the story...But I'd appreciate the feedback. n.n; Well, I always imagined Seto to be studious and such, so where better to stick him but a room with a desk?

Paladin Dragoon - Of course! After all, the Yami's can be pretty fun to write about...I really don't like Bakura and Yami no Malik, but it might be interesting to write from their view. And the Duel Monsters? Certainly. Coming soon! xD

Pamster - I enjoy leaving room for people to imagine things when I write. Kind of. Most of the time. x.x I'm so happy that you found it so entertaining! Oh, and TD it is, then. ;) In my world it stands for 'Terribly Dense'.

dannyphantomsgf - n-n I'm interested in how this appears to be so funny...=P I am quite proud of that one sentence and I assure you that I think it's funny, also. xD

Animefreak500 - It's okay. My internet shuts off sometimes so I can't review very much. It's not a stupid name. I'm Vietnamese and I have a name that's fairly hard to pronounce. My math teacher pronounced it wrong until the end of the year when my friend said she recommended my graph book as an example for next year's students...

Hatsuahrolover - As serious as ever, my friend. Malik -is- on TV for a few seconds. o.o

stuckonfanfiction - Aw, well, the director needs anger management classes anyway. Atleast someone feels sympathy for the poor guy. n.n;

Looks like I have some very special and regular reviewers, now! =0 -pats you all on the back-

Seto and Mokuba, who both sported the high patience and cleverness to construct them, had made Yami and the other Yami's bodies. Of course, this came at a high price. Which meant whenever you woke up in the morning and the phone rang Yami would hold out his newly earned Millenium Rod and try to control the mind of 'that deranged object'. Bakura bought tubs of tomatoes to suck on after Yami had pointed out that he could get AIDS from sucking someone's blood. And Yami Marik was just terrible. Seto had left out the rocks they could've placed in his vocal cords so he could produce that gravelly sound in his voice, so now Yami Marik had taken up singing. Which wasn't exactly the best thing to hear when you want to get to sleep.

Last night, they had condemned Yami Marik to a different room after he had tried to sing a Barney song.

"I love you, you love me," he began in an out-of-tune voice.

"Oh, make him stop!" Seto had complained, clutching his pillow over his head.

"-We're a happy family," he continued, ignoring the many groans around him. "With a great big hug..." He attempted a vibrato here, "-and a kiss from me to you."

"I'd hate to be at the receiving end of dat," Joey said loudly.

"Won't you say you love me toooooo." He finished, pausing as though waiting for applause he knew he wouldn't get. There were many giggles coming from the girl's room and some snickers from Bakura.

"Give it up, won't you? You can't even make your voice as sexy as mine." Bakura cackled, to everyone's annoyance. He always seemed to finish off his sentence with a cackle nowadays.

"I sound perfect," Yami Marik sighed, choosing to ignore Bakura's comment. "I think I'll sing some more."

That's when everyone had it. They got out of bed, stormed out of the room, and pounded their fists on the staff room door.

"What now?" Asked the music composer, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"Yami Marik is trying to sing," they all exploded, snide comments bursting out around them about how terrible he was a singer.

"Pity. And he doesn't even have a song on the soundtrack," the man said sympathetically. "Just take him to me."

Minutes later, Yami Marik was swept into the staff office and became the music composer's assistant, much to everyone's disapproval.

"What!?" Téa had screamed in the morning when she had heard. Yugi nodded his head grimly.

"He did."

"No!"

Serenity had then rushed out of the girl's bedroom and made Téa stop going crazy. Serenity had begged Joey to take her along to the studio, and as usual, he didn't resist.

But now, it was back to filming - the part that everyone dreaded. Including the director himself, who had just recently acquired the nickname 'TD'.

"Now, Yami, get into this box." The director pointed at the rectangular, cadet blue box that was centered in the middle of a ton of...other rectangular boxes.

"Which one?"

"The one on the bottom. With our superior skills we will duplicate it so that you'll appear in many television screens." TD continued to point fixedly at the one on the bottom that was squeezed in the middle of several others.

Yami's eyes followed his finger to the box. "Did you know that it's rude to point?" He asked out of the blue. "Certainly after all of these years...?"

"Will. You. Just. Get. Into. THE BOX!?" TD growled, advancing upon Yami, who just stood there soaking in the pride he had in taunting the director. "NOW!" Spittle sprayed Yami's tri-colored hair, causing him to retreat into the box.

"Don't you ever do that to my hair again," he said roughly, trying to get out by rubbing his awfully stiff hair on the box, causing the boxes above his to tumble off of his.

"Yaaaaammmmmiiii..." TD dragged out his name as he threw the boxes back on top of Yami's.

"Action!"

Yami tried to stand up so he could mimic a duel, but he broke out of the top of the cheap box. "Eh?" He gasped as the rest of the boxes toppled down onto the director who was standing there, his eyes tearing.

"CUT!" He screamed shrilly from beneath a large pile of boxes. "Yami, if you don't disrespect me, come over here and help me!"

Yami rushed over, threw all of the boxes aside, grasped TD's ankle and bowed low to the ground. "I am very sorry, director," he murmured humbly. The director got up and stared at the small figure kneeling at his feet.

"No, no, it's okay-," he stuttered, feeling out of place.

"I must repay you, my king." Yami pecked at the director's shoes, turned, and spat around his foot. "Do you clean your shoes?" He queried, his mouth now a muddy brown.

"Why, yes."

Yami raised his head and the director gasped. "My shoes aren't that dirty!"

"Anyway, can we have a break?" Yami pleaded, content about doing anything other than filming that dreaded scene.

"No."

"But why ever not? I groveled before you, acted humble...What more do you want?" Yami's piercing violet eyes pleaded the director.

TD sighed. "I've never had anyone do that to me before." Before long, he was suffering from a runny nose and teary eyes. "Yes, you may have a break. Inform the others."

"Great! Wonderful!" Yami pranced out of the room and knocked on the doors of the other rooms. "WE'RE HAVING A BREAK!" He shouted into all of the rooms as he ran by. At last, he came to the one that Joey was in.

"AAAHHH!" He heard Joey scream. Yami opened the door quietly to see what was going on. A hologram Injection Fairy Lily was puncturing Joey in the behind.

"Cut!" The head of that section cried. "You need to seem scared! You need to look like you're in pain!"

Joey scowled as he held a fresh onion up to his eyes to induce tears.

"WE'RE HAVING BREAKTIME!" Yami shrieked. Joey turned and rubbed the incoming tears out of his eyes, wetting his sleeve.

"We are? Well, fancy dat. Let's go!" Joey started to run.

"Wait. Where are we going?" Yami asked, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"To the kitchen or whatevah!"

Yami was shocked. "But we just ate an hour ago!"

"Well, I'm a growing boy," Joey replied defensively.

The hesitant yami sighed and prepared to be dragged off by his overly enthusiastic friend. What was so great about eating until you exploded, anyway?

"Yami, what's keepin' ya?" Joey demanded as he watched Yami's eyes wander aimlessly around the corridor.

"I'm...Not to hungry just now, Joey. You go along."

Joey looked slightly disappointed, but shrugged and went off to eat on his own. Yami waited until Joey was well out of sight before calling out.

"Téa! Oh Téaaaa!"

She stepped down infront of Yami with a question in her dazzling blue eyes.

Yami grinned mischiveously. "Want to trick the director into doing something really stupid?" He asked her, rubbing his hands together and plotting something in his head.

"But that's just mean! He never did anything to you!" Téa exclaimed, confused and her heart burning with sorrow for the poor director.

"Yeah, other than stuffing me into a box," Yami muttered, turning away from Téa and leering at Yami Marik as he walked by, humming nonchalantly. Suddenly, he broke out into song.

"I'm not gonna panic," he sang loudly, his voice echoing unpleasantly.

"Wow...He sounds better than you, Yugi!" Téa grinned widely and followed Yami Marik out of the hallway.

"Say what!?" Yami looked about ready to tear Yami Marik into pieces. First he caused everyone to have a sleepless night and now he was stealing Yugi's girlfriend away.

"Hey, what are ya glarin' snakes at, Yuge?" Asked a clueless voice from behind him.