Hey, well here we are again, hope you all liked the last chapter, so now on to the next one. But first, reviews!

Chapter one reviews:

-yingyanggirl

-It's good. I hope you do Sheldon soon.

He is next, don't worry. And thanks for that!

-La miseria y la muerte

-Oh God... XD

-That was really funny.

-Sure, the jokes were dirty, but I dun care. XP SOMEONE was gonna write 'em sooner or later.

Thanks, and yea, they are a bit dirty, but so am I!

Like I said, I earn my pg-13 rating!

-hyper monkey

-Xfalls on the floor laughing hystericallyX OMG THAT FUNNY MAN! DO MORE DO MORE!! RONTFLMFAO!

Whoa! Take a pill already! Seriously though, thanks for the kind words, it helps a lot!

-Kojin-san

-That was hilarious man! I'm still working on a mlaatr story myself, I shoulda thought of the interviews man!

Thanks a lot! In regard to your comment, well, you snooze, you lose! Although your own fic is looking good so far!

Well, you gotta love those reviewers, now on to the next interview!

MLAATR interviews 2:

The same seats from last time are set up as before, Vazura is sitting in the right one again.

"Welcome again!" he said, turning to face the audience "to another episode of Mlaatr interviews!"

With this, there is a brief applause, and then he continues "My name is Vazura, and I will be your host for the evening"

"My next guest is that 16 year old kid, who gets the second largest amount of screen time, I give you Brad!"

Brad walks onstage and sits down, a grin on his face. The audience applause, the Brad fan girls going particularly nuts.

"So Brad, can I call you Brad? How have you been doing?" Vazura asked, leaning back a bit and glancing at him.

"Can't complain much Vaz." Brad said, "By the way, why did Jenny refuse to tell me what happened in her interview?" he then asked.

"Err" Vazura said, tugging at his t-shirt collier "her, um, her top came off on the set." He lied.

"Wow, wish I'd been there...um, I mean that's awful!" brad said, blushing a bit.

"Let's move on, shall we?" Vazura said, not wanting to dwell on it any longer. "how have you been making money?"

"I drift from job to job, although some are just nightmares, it's like something out of that fic "Brad's summer job!" oh, and your "suggestions" for jobs in that fic didn't help!" he said, remembering what happened.

"What can I say? I like inflicting pain on others!" Vazura said with a smirk "at least I didn't send Michel Jackson after you! (That fic's author did) cheer up, ba-"

"I swear, if you call me "Banana nose" I WILL kill you!" Brad said with a glair.

"Ok! Ok!" Vazura said, waving his hands gently for brad to calm down. "Lets keep going."

"Many people want to know, do you have a crush on Jenny?"

Brad turned red in the face, and said "what? Heh, we're just good friends!"

"Ok..." Vazura said, looking VERY skeptical, "Err, as a "friend" what do you like about Jenny?" he asked, leaning forward.

"Well..." Brad started, looking off into space "there's the pure innocence she has about the world around her, there's the cute laugh she has, that affectionate look in her perfect eyes, one fine ass..." he went on.

Suddenly, Brad stopped, his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, and he turned as red as a tomato, having just relies the path he was going down.

After about 3 minutes of waiting, Brad choked out "...can...we...move on?"

"Certainly" Vazura said, the dirty grin never having left his face.

"Very quickly, tell me you opinion of several of the other characters on the show, and what place they have in your life"

Brad thought for a sec, and then started: "Tuck, someone to have look up to me. Brit/Tiff, to be avoided. Don Prima, to outdo one day. Sheldon, a pal at the best of times, a pest at the worst. Mrs. Wakeman, an old girl who needs to cut loose once in a while. Jenny, a...err, good friend" he finished.

Vazura rolled his eyes at this, but let it drop. "So, do you like being in Fanfics?"

"Well..." he said "overall, yea, some of them rock, A Girl's Best Friend by Queenbean3, and anything by CoyoteLoon, are at the top of my list."

"Yea" Vazura said "good ones" he sounded depressed.

"What's wrong?" Brad asked

"Oh, I'm just a bit upset about how I'll probably never be as good as they are" Vazura said, looking at the ground.

"But you're a decent fic writer, surly you have a fair chance to catch up to them one day!" brad said, trying to cheer him up.

"It's not that, it's that they are both great artists, and I can't draw like them at all. Even if I equal them in fic skills, my art will still suck!" he said, with exasperation.

Brad raised an eyebrow "aw come on, how bad could it be?"

Vazura took a peace of folded paper from behind the chair, and said, "you asked for this" he then handed the paper to Brad.

(Now, right about here, you're all like the people watching a horror movie, your all screaming "NO! NO! Don't look at it Brad! It's not worth it!" but you know he's gonna look anyway)

Brad unfolded the paper and looked at it.

Immediately his jaw dropped, his eyes expanded to the size of truck tires, and his pupils became pinpoints.

There was a long pause, then...

"...Oh sweet god in heaven...SWEET GOD IN HEAVEN! ARRRRGH!"

Brad dropped the picture, and continued. "MY EYES! THE HORROR! I closed my eyes and I can STILL see it! ARGH! IT BURNS MY EYES FROM THE INSIDE!"

While Brad was ranting, Vazura took the picture from the floor and pocketed it.

Finally, Brad sat back down, a haunted expression on his face. He said simply "No amount of therapy will EVER make that ok"

"Don't worry, in a few hours you will block it out of your memory, then you'll be fine, save for an instinctive fear of my art." Vazura said.

"Sounds like a good deal to me" Brad said

"Now Brad" Vazura said "tell me, how much action do you get?"

"Excuse me?" he said, looking irritated.

Vazura, taking it for ignorance, said "ok, let me rephrase that, how often do you do the nasty?"

Brad had a surprisingly strong right hook; it sent Vazura and his chair toppling over (again).

"You know, suddenly I think I know why Jenny didn't talk about you" Brad said, looking angry.

In a slurred voice Vazura answered "dank yo f ya teme, ye can gew now"

Brad marches off stage, looking angry.

Vazura shakes himself off, gets himself and his chair upright, and says "well, that's all the time and medical insurance we have, see you next time when I'll be brining Sheldon on the program, I'm...gonna go lie down now"

The light fades out

Another chapter down, I think I like this thing. Please review ant let me know what you think!

Oh, and I might just take suggestions on who you want to have interviewed next.