Daisaigai turned to her audience. "Guten tag, everyone. I don't respond to reviews anymore; I don't want this fic to be deleted because it could be classified as 'interactive'. There are losers out there who formed an 'alliance', and go around reporting people's fics if they break the slightest rule. It happened to Johnny already. Honestly, these people need a life. This is a leisure website, not an international company. I'm so sick of Lack-A-Lifes going around and deleting everyone. I reformatted my author's notes so the idiots would have nothing to go tattle about. BEAT THAT, LOSERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Daisaigai then made a very odd face at the people reading this. Something like this: XP!!!!

Meanwhile, Yami Marik and Bakura were still trying to fish out the writer's block from The Ocean Below.

"Tomb Robber, hand me the rod!!!"

"Alright, alright. Don't get your cape in a knot."

"NOT THAT ONE!!! THE FISHING ROD, FOOL!!!!!!!"

"Well, why didn't you specify?!"

"I THOUGHT you were smart enough to realize the word 'rod' was not capitalized in my first sentence, and so therefore, I meant the FISHING ROD!!!!!!!!"

"I AM NOT THE ONE WHO'S TYPING THIS, AND SO THEREFORE, HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?!?!?!!??!!"

Daisaigai sighed as the two nutcases rolled by in a snarling dust cloud. "Well, I'll start the fic now...that should give me enough time to read some more of the Naruto manga..."

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Ryou drove home slowly, so if Bakura made a scary face at him, he wouldn't freak out and crash. He scolded Bakura the entire way back about being responsible and not causing mass chaos and how much the psychiatrist's bill was going to be.

Bakura was sprawled out across the back seat, sleeping on and off during Ryou's lecture.

"-and yami, put on your seatbelt; a funeral for you would too expensive if I crashed-"

Bakura sighed. Ryou was normally not this...annoying. He didn't mind his hikari for the most part, as long as Ryou stayed alive and out of his way. Now, however, the pale boy was grating on his nerves.

They turned into the driveway, at last. Bakura immediately opened the door and walked towards his room, otherwise known as "The Demon's Lair". That's what the sign on the door said, anyway.

A loud squeak sounded, and Draculita bolted ecstatically towards her master. Bakura grinned, and lifted the kitten up enough so she could clamber onto his shoulder.

Ryou opened the door and entered.

"Yami, the paper said your appointment for the psychiatrist's office is in a half hour. The car ride is going to be a bit long, so you can bring your CD player if you want."

Bakura nodded curtly, and Ryou left.

Bakura rooted around through his messy room until he found what he was looking for: a huge crate of classic rock CDs. He grinned, and lugged the crate into the car, after carefully setting Draculita down upon the floor. Her squeaks of sadness followed him all the way out to the vehicle. (A/N: Awww...)

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The car trip to the psychiatrist's office was very dull, and took nearly a half hour's worth of careful steering through rugged countryside to get there.

"Why is this place so secluded?" Ryou wondered as he parked in the heavily weeded lot.

Bakura and Ryou picked their way through the desolate area, and entered the office.

A rather alarming secretary who looked as if she had been allowed too many Mountain Dews grinned manically at them.

"What can I do for you, SWEETIE?" she asked menacingly, pointing at Bakura.

Bakura arched an eyebrow. Ryou spoke up.

"We're here because my...twin...needs to see a psychiatrist. A police officer...um...recommended him."

The secretary nodded rapidly. She pulled out a sheaf of paper from a soda-stained desk, and read out loud.

"Welcome to the Loony B-er, I mean, your friendly rebilitation center. Got a creepy freak on your hands? Just call 1-800-FREAK AWAY. We'll turn your manic weirdo into a happy, cheerful, British-accented, flower-arranging, tea-pouring, puppy-loving creep-um...er...sweetie!!!! Simply read the Naruto manga, and mail in your completed survey!!!!!!"

Both Bakura and Ryou stared.

The secretary cleared her throat. "Er...just follow me..." She got up from her desk and walked down a hallway that closely resembled a dank dungeon passageway.

"See you, yami," Ryou said calmly, urging Bakura to follow the crazy lady. Bakura scowled, but followed reluctantly.

They reached a large, wooden doorway with an ugly gargoyle doorknocker. The secretary shoved him in abruptly and giggled.

"See ya, freakazoid!!!!!!" (A/N: Such a lame "insult"...)

Bakura stared at the room. It was one of those sickeningly clean hospital type rooms, the kind where one expected a doctor to appear out of nowhere and claim: "YOU BLOOD SUGAR LEVELS ARE WAY ABOVE THE LEGAL LIMIT!!!!!! I MUST PREFORM QUADRUPEL BIPASS SURGERY IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!!!!!!"

These types of doctors tended to make even 5,000 year old tomb robbers uneasy. And that was exactly the type of doctor Dr. Exorist happened to be.

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"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! I

LOVE CLIFFIES!!!!!!! MOO-HOO, HA! HA! HA!" Daisaigai laughed uproariously.

"I think the readers are going to maul you for making this chapter so short," Bakura stated. He and Yami Marik had momentarily forgotten their argument about the capitalization of the word "rod" during the abrupt end of the chapter.

"Well, I have to get off in a few moments, so this is all I can do." Daisaigai stated.

"REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!! THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE EXTRA LONG!!!!!!"