"So many reviews..." Daisaigai mused as she clicked down the page. "People really seem to like me...."

"Probably because you spend your time typing fanfictions instead doing your homework or visiting friends," Yami Marik called from his spot by the Writer's Block.

"ARE YOU ACCUSSING ME OF NOT HAVING A LIFE?!?!?!!?"

"N-n-nooooo..."

Bakura rolled his eyes. "You're afraid of a mad authoress. Come on."

"FOR YOUR INFORMATION, I CAN'T EVEN GET ON THE COMPUTER UNTIL I DO EVERY BIT OF ALGEBRA 1 HOMEWORK!!!!!!!!"

"Calm down," Bakura said quickly, severely alarmed.

"Don't hurt me," Yami Marik picked up the Writer's Block and hid behind it.

Daisaigai stopped foaming at the mouth. "Fine. Anyway, this is a chapter taken from my original fic. Re-typing these chapters takes up a lot of time. I'm also thinking about starting a Harry Potter/ Yu-Gi-Oh crossover. But it won't be the typical type. No Mary-Sues that interfere with the storyline. It'll be in humor genre, of course. Heh heh...I got some good ideas for it."

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The Ishtars arrived at their dwelling. Yami Marik tried to sneak away to his room. However, stealth was never his best aspect, and he knocked over a kitchen chair while trying to make a quick getaway.

Isis shook her head, and read the paper that Atem had given to Marik. "We need to take your yami to a psychiatrist's office, or else he'll be arrested."

"Fine with me," Marik said happily.

"It is NOT fine," Isis snapped. "You know what will happen: He'll chew his way out of the jail cell, and hunt the pharaoh down...again. Either that, or he'll use his one call a day to nag us to pay his bail."

"Alright, alright. YAMI!!!!!!" Marik yelled.

"I'm right here, idiot."

"Then get going," Isis said.

"Right away, sir," Marik said, springing into a salute.

Isis's eyes flew open in a furious glare.

Marik realized his fatal mistake. "Gah!! I meant ma'am!!!"

"RROOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!"

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! SPARE ME, DERANGED SIBLING!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKK!!!!!!!"

Yami Marik watched as Isis chased Marik around the house with a mallet for twenty minutes. Rishid had disappeared into his room.

Yami Marik snickered. "Poor, poor hikari."

After Isis was satisfied with the amount of pain she had inflicted upon her "beloved" younger brother, she carefully put away her mallet and smiled.

Marik was as flat as a pancake. "I need an aspirin."

"You should have seen the look on your face, mortal," Yami Marik sneered.

Marik growled. "You!!!!" He pointed dramatically at his yami.

"What?"

"You need to see a psychiatrist."

Yami Marik snorted. "Well duh. But I'm not going."

Marik thought for a moment, and then said, "I'll give you 20 bucks."

Yami Marik brightened. "Deal."

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A few hours later, they reached the psychiatrist's office. Marik had taken his motorcycle, and since Yami Marik wasn't allowed to drive, he had to run behind Marik the entire way.

Marik waited for his yami to catch up. However, since Yami Marik didn't know the way to the psychiatrist's office, he had gotten lost a few times. When he finally managed to reach the office, he collapsed onto the overgrown parking lot.

"Not the athletic type, are you, yami?" Marik sneered at Yami Marik.

"Shut...up...hikari," Yami Marik panted, getting to his feet.

"Hurry up. We're already 15 minutes late."

Yami Marik growled, but lacked the breath to come up with an insult. They walked inside the somewhat decrepit building.

Eliza the secretary was waiting for them. As soon as the entered the lobby, she sprang up from her desk, spilling a bottle of Mountain Dew all over some important-looking papers.

"Welcome to the psycho war-I mean, our lovely, friendly rehabilitation center. Got a manic, weird, bizarre, freakish, power-hungry, hideous, oddball on your hands? Just call 1-800-FREAK-AWAY. We'll take your manic, weird, freakish, power-hungry, hideous psychopath away for just 5 (cough) hundred (cough, cough) dollars!!! Simply watch the next exciting episode of Dragon Ball Z!!!!!!"

A voice with a strong German accent called out. "ELIZA!!! Please do not consume anymore Mountain Dew!!!! We can't hold Dr. Exorcist back for much longer!!!!"

Eliza cackled. "Of course. Follow me, sir!!!!" She grabbed Yami Marik by his cape and dragged him off into a dungeon-ish hallway.

Marik laughed. "Have fun, yami!!!!!"

Yami Marik snarled, and tried to loosen Eliza's hold on his cape. "Get off!!!"

They reached the door with the ugly knocker on it. Eliza wrenched open the door, and shoved Yami Marik in.

"See ya, crazy guy!!!!" she cackled madly, before slamming the door.

Yami Marik stared.

Suddenly, a man leapt in front of him. "HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!" he squealed happily.

Yami Marik jumped in shock, and fell backwards into a chair with chains resting upon the armrests. As soon as the psycho touched the chair, they sprang up, and bound him to the object that was commonly found in kitchens.

Dr. Exorcist spoke again. "My name is Dr. Exorcist. I'm going to solve all your problems today!!!!! How does that make you FEEL???????? Angry? Thrilled? Somber? Vicious? Blood-thirsty? Tired? Irritated? Pretty? (A/N: o.O) Scared? Hysterical? Deranged? Sick? Musical? Frightening? Lightning? Bankrupt? Provoked? Cheerful? Clumsy? No? How about-"

"SHUT UUUUPPPPP!!!!!!" Yami Marik roared. "WHAT THE HECK DO YOU WANT FROM ME???"

"Simply answer the questions, and you will receive your lottery ticket in the mail!!!"

"LOOK, YOU-"

"Calm down already," a voice said from a shadowy corner. Yami Marik twisted around to see who had spoken.

Shadi, along with 4 other psychiatrists, stepped out of a shadowy corner.

"We've got a freaky one," said the tallest one of the group.

A snicker arose among the group.

"I agree, Faust. Somehow, he doesn't seem as bright as Bakura."

"Tomb Robber was here?" Yami Marik asked incredulously. "When?"

"Just a few hours before you, actually," a woman said to Shadi's far left. "He passed the test with flying colors. Your task is to do the same."

"Fine," Yami Marik spat. He struggled against the chains for quite some time before yelling, "SOME ASSISTANCE WOULD BE QUITE NICE!!!!!!"

"Ooo...assistance. Pretty big word," Dr. Exorcist snickered.

"An entire drie syllables. Impressive," Faust sneered.

Yami Marik got the feeling that these people didn't like him.

Shadi waved his hand, and the chains fell limply. "There," he said calmly. "Now for the task."

A door opened to Yami Marik's right, revealing a large, black stereo.

"Go on," snapped one of the psychiatrists. "We don't have all day."

Yami Marik stepped up to the stereo, and glared at it.

"Hmmm...I think hikari has one of these...he puts shiny circles in it, and it makes weird sounds..." He poked the stereo.

The stereo used its right to remain silent.

Yami Marik poked the stereo again.

The stereo was not feeling talkative at the moment.

"It doesn't seem evil...but..." he poked all the buttons on the stereo.

The stereo became annoyed, but still did not attack.

"Try putting a CD in," Shadi suggested.

Yami Marik looked around, and spotted the crate of CDs. He hauled it over, and dumped EVERT SINGLE CD into the stereo.

The stereo snarled.

Yami Marik also snarled. "Work already!!!" He poked a random button, which happened to be PLAY.

The stereo burst into song.

"WHERE THE WIND WON'T BLOW AND YOU REALLY SHOULDN'T GO AND ONLY GOES TO SHOW!!!!"

"Ack!!!" Yami Marik leapt backwards in fright.

The psychiatrists' eyes widened. They all covered their heads with their arms.

"GRAB THE WIND WE'RE SEE YA SPIN, SAIL, LITTLE GIRL!!!!"

"I AM NOT A GIRL!!!!!"

"DOOBY-DO, BOP BOP A-DO WHOA!!!!"

"This thing must die..." Yami Marik growled, drawing his sword.

"MY, MY, MY, MY MAHMAH YEAH-"

The stereo stopped playing suddenly; for Yami Marik had slammed the sword down upon it. It howled in pain.

"Ouch!! Stupid idiot!!"

Yami Marik blinked in surprise. "The thing speaks!!"

"MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! THAT'S RIGHT!!!!"

Yami Marik backed away. "Oh crap..."

"I play only the best, so listen!!"

"It's true," Shadi said.

The stereo grinned sadistically, if stereos had such an ability. It began to sing again.

"Dancin' days are here again..."

Shadi smiled. "I love this song."

"I said it's alright, you know it's alright, I guess it's all in my heart..."

"SHUT UP!!!!!!!!"

"You'll be my only, my one and only..."

With a loud "AARRGGHHH!!" Yami Marik swung his sword once more, and walloped the stereo again.

"Ouch!!!!!" the stereo yelped. "You dare defy Led Zepplin?!"

Yami Marik stared blankly at the stereo. "What's a Led Zepplin?"

"Uh-oh," Dr. Exorcist muttered.

"This will be interesting," Faust smirked.

"He's gonna get slaughtered!!" the female psychiatrist said excitedly.

"He's paying for the damages," Shadi snarled.

The stereo seemed to take in oxygen. It roared, "SUFFER, FOOL!!!!!!!" and began spitting CDs at Yami Marik.

Yami Marik wasted no time. Immediately, he began dodging the flying CDs Matrix-style, providing the readers with a rather disturbing mental image.

In slow motion, the stereo spat various CDs at an oddly flexible Yami Marik.

In slow motion, Yami Marik dodged every single one of them.

In slow motion, the psychiatrists were making bets as to who would triumph.

Dramatic Background Music began to play. "DUN DUN DUN..."

The stereo was fuming. "Curse you!" it screeched at Yami Marik. "You can evade my deadliest attacks!!! But you have to get tired sometime!!"

"NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The stereo gathered up its remaining strength, and fired the last CD (which happened to be Permanent Waves by Rush) as fast as it could at the exhausted psychopath.

The Dramatic Background Music gained volume. "DUN! DUN! DUN..."

Yami Marik ducked as quickly as he could.

The CD sighed. "Alas...I have become the victim of a possessed stereo...farewell, cruel world..."

The stereo began to laugh maniacally.

Yami Marik gulped. "This is the end!"

The CD whizzed over Yami Marik's head, hit the wall, and shattered.

Yami Marik stood up in triumph. "BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! YOU MISSED!!!!"

The stereo was still laughing, and at first, it did not hear Yami Marik's evil laughter. "MUAHAHAHAH-huh?"

"You missed my head!! I'm still alive!!"

"Pay up," Faust said to Shadi and the other psychiatrists.

"Look!! Yami Marik grinned. He felt his head to make sure the CD really had missed, and was not lodged into his skull. "Oh...no..."

The stereo suddenly realized Yami Marik had received an unwanted haircut. It began to laugh.

"Hahahahahaha!! You look funny!! Hey, what are you going to do with that sword? Watch were you're-AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

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CENSORED: An extremely violent scene in which Yami Marik rips apart a stereo with his teeth and a sword, comes in contact with live wires, gets even angrier, and proceeds to demolish everything in sight.

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One hour, one dead secretary, one half-destroyed building, and several mauled psychiatrists later, Yami Marik staggered out of the building.

Marik was waiting in the parking lot.

"So...how did it go?" he asked cautiously.

Yami Marik glared at him. Half of his hair was missing, his clothes were bloodstained,

there were several holes in his cape, and any remaining hair was singed and was standing on end (more so than usual, if that wa possible).

"Where's my twenty bucks?" he snarled, sounding very much like a rabid bulldog.

Marik blanched. "Well...you see, we needed groceries, since you ate everything except the lasagna yesterday and-"

"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME, AFTER ALL I WENT THROUGH, I STILL DON'T GET MY 20 BUCKS?!?!!?!?!?!!?!?"

"I'll pay you back somehow!!!!" Marik yelled, backing away in alarm.

"I WANT MY MONEY NOW!!!!" Yami Marik screeched.

"Wait-"

Marik's protests were cut short when his yami knocked him to the ground, leapt onto his motorcycle, started it up, and chased his hikari the entire way home.

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Whew...that was a lot to type...I've been coming out with chapters rather quickly the past few days. This fic just keeps getting better and better.

I'd appreciate it if you read Fast-Talking Johnny's fic, The Unlikely Trauma. It's brilliantly written, and absolutely hilarious. I wrote part of it, so you know it's good. XP Just kidding. I did write some of it though. X)

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!