"I am still confused as to why I have this many reviews.... these people...seem to enjoy my writing style." Daisaigai was reading all the lovely reviews that had been sent to her.
"Yeah, this one asks if you will marry them," Bakura stated, peering over the werewolf's shoulder.
"WHAT?!?! Oh...that's just Quicksilver Foxx...I read that already, glad you like my story, Foxx," Daisaigai scrolled down some more.
"Who's is that?" Marik asked, pointing to a very lengthy review of Fast-Talking Johnny's.
"Oh, that's Johnny's...let's read it..." The group sat in silence for a few moments, before reaching the part about the Rabid Fan Girls.
"WHAT?!?!!?!?!!?"
"Calm down Traumatized One; it's just a review, not the real story-"
"AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
Daisaigai sighed. "Now look what you've done, Johnny. Marik has just bolted himself in the basement. Now I'll have to find some way to lure him out...read the fic while me and Tomb Robber figure this out."
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A loud roaring sound startled Isis. She looked up from her book ("There's a Psychopath Living in My House!!! Now What Do I Do?") and peered out the window.
Yami Marik was riding on Marik's motorcycle, and following the Traumatized One in a mad pursuit while simultaneously laughing maniacally.
"Marik!!!!!!" Isis cried, leaping up from the chair she was sitting in. She ran outside as quickly as she could.
Yami Marik grinned and parked the bike. He walked over to his hikari, who had tire tracks all over his body, and said in a mocking voice, "Not the athletic type, are we, hikari?"
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM???" Isis screamed, running over to a very tired Marik.
"Aw, don't worry," Yami Marik said, holding up Marik by his shirt collar. "I'm pretty sure he can still walk. He did run all that way, after all."
"As...soon...as...I...can...move...you're...dead..." Marik panted.
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!!!!!" Isis shoved Yami Marik away from his hikari and helped Marik walk into the house.
"He needs more exercise!!! I was just trying to be helpful for once!!!!" Yami Marik called.
Isis dragged Marik into the house, with several cries of "ouch!" from the tomb keeper.
Yami Marik cautiously entered the house. Isis could be even more dangerous than a rhinoceros sick of being poked when angry.
"You!" she pointed dramatically at Psycho. "You're going to cook dinner while I call a doctor."
"But I don't-"
"TOO BAD!!! There are a bunch of cook books and things like that in a drawer. At least try and cook some buttered noodles or something."
Yami Marik threw up his hands and searched for one of those so-called "cook books". However, not understanding the advanced structure of the English language proved to be a disadvantage. Marik snickered when he heard his yami trying to sound out a recipe for apple pie.
"Ta...ta...what the heck is that stupid symbol? Hmmm. TEE...AYE...KAY...EEE...that spells...tack!!! So, tack a c-cu...uhhh...I guess that's 'coop'; it has a u in it...'Tack a coop'...what a weird recipe. Oh...eff...that's of. "Tack a coop of-SUGAR!!! I KNOW THAT WORD!!! Okay, next word. AYE...EN...DEE. That's and. 'Tack a coop of SUGAR and..."
"What are you doing?" Isis stared at Yami Marik, who was sitting in the middle of the floor with a small mountain of cookbooks surrounding him.
"Reading a recipe," he replied, holing up the book he was currently reading.
Isis gave him a strange look. "I've seen you read better than that before."
"You have?" Yami Marik looked confused for a moment, before a realization hit him. "Oh yeah!!! I forgot I'm holding the book the wrong way!!" He flipped the book over, and began to read it upside down. "Take a cup of sugar and..."
"Wait a second," Marik said, staring at his yami. "You mean you can read English perfectly well when the book is UPSIDE DOWN?"
"Yeah."
Both Isis and Marik stared.
"You are a weirdo," Isis said feverishly, before grabbing a phone book to look up the nearest doctor's office.
Yami Marik shrugged before going back to the recipe. "I don't like this one...this one is too complicated..." He flipped through the pages. "Too hard...too many ingredients...too long to cook...yuck...yuck...yuck ...I don't feel like making this...ACK!!! LASAUGNA!!!!! Oh, wait, that's just a picture...uhhhhh....can't decide...."
"JUST MAKE SOMETHING!!!!" Isis was very stressed out at the moment, and was behaving out of character.
"Okay, fine..." Yami Marik got up and grabbed a random cookbook from the pile.
"Boil water, first," Isis called from the living room.
After a few moments of examining the stove, Yami Marik determined that the button that said "ON" actually did turn the stove "ON". Gee, what a concept. Of course, he had to tilt his head upside down before he could come to this conclusion.
The light on the top of the stove said, "ON", but Yami Marik noticed that the burner was not glowing bright orange, as it should. He derived from his sense of "logic" that to create a fire, one must provide oxygen for it to live. Yami Marik took a deep breath, and blew on the burner with all his might.
Earlier, he had placed the cookbook right next to the burner. Due to his blowing on the burner with the force of a small gale, sparks and small flames flew off the burner, onto the cookbook. Paper is extremely flammable. The cookbook was made out of- everybody gasp- paper. One does not have to be the next Albert Einstein to figure out what occurred next.
With a familiar "FWOOM!!!" the cookbook caught fire. Isis screamed, "PUT IT OUT!!!!!!!" but Yami Marik was too enraptured by the flames to anything but stare at the deadly, dancing blaze. Marik simply groaned.
"YOU IDIOT!!" Isis shrieked. She shoved Yami Marik out of the way before knocking the flaming cookbook of DOOM to the ground and stomping on it. Yami Marik, seeing the fire was going out, suddenly came to his "senses". With a roar, he kicked the book out of Isis's reach, and began throwing other cookbooks onto it, in hopes of making the fire larger.
With an almighty screech, Isis ripped a cushion of a chair and began beating the fire with it.
Yami Marik was horrified. "What are you DOING?!"
"PREVENTING THE FIRE FROM SPREADING AND BURNING DOWN THE ENTIRE NEIGHBORHOOD!!!!!!!!!!!" Isis smacked the poor fire a few more times. With a last fizzle, it went out. She breathed a sigh of relief, and wearily sat down on a chair.
Yami Marik recovered from his pyromaniac state. "Oops..."
"NOW GET TO WORK!!!!!!" Isis roared, pointing dramatically at the psycho.
Yami Marik gulped. "Yes, ma'am," he said, quickly looking for a cookbook that had not been scorched.
During all this time, Marik's condition improved. He had made an important scientific discovery: Laughter really is the best medicine. (A/N: Cheesy statement of the day.) Apparently he did not believe this theory, because he asked Isis, "Can I have some Tylenol? I laughed too hard, and now I have stomachache."
Isis sighed. She had recovered from her Homicidal Maniac Mode. She fetched the medicine from the cabinet, and tossed it to her brother.
"Thanks."
Isis frowned. "You look healthy. I guess you don't need a doctor now."
Marik shrugged. "Fine with me." He seemed to have forgotten that a psychopath had chased him nearly 20 miles on a motorcycle back to his own house.
Suddenly, Isis stopped and stared at Yami Marik's new haircut. "When did that happen???"
"Psychiatrist's office," Yami Marik answered.
Isis stared. "And you're not affected by this because...?"
"I might be able to bribe the mad authoress into giving me my hair back."
Isis actually snorted. "Sure..."
Daisaigai fell off Ryou's imaginary stationary bike. "YEAH RIGHT!!"
Yami Marik scanned down the recipe. "This might be a little difficult..." He turned the book upside down and began to read.
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Daisaigai and Bakura were both peering into the basement.
"I don't see him..." Daisaigai growled, squinting into the darkness and DOOM.
"Maybe he escaped," Bakura suggested. "He might have been secretly building a rocket ship underground for years, but was only planning on using it in an extreme emergency. But then, when he read Johnny's review, he knew he had to take immediate action. Therefore, he decided to get extra fuel supplies before going off into space-"
"That's not likely, even for him," Daisaigai said. "So, while we find out whether or not Marik had been secretly developing a spaceship for years, REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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