Disclaimer- I don't own Trigun. I don't own the song "I Love Rock and Roll".

Happy Thanksgiving, everybody! And here is Sephiroth1Ripley8's review: Heheh, I was able to use the fragments of what I learned in a six-week French course to get the gist of Millie's conversation. Ahh, Veterans Day...may those soldiers rest in peace. Thank you for reviewing again! That's cool! You took a French class? I relied on for its translator in French. I give you thanks for all of those wonderful reviewers that told me how much they liked this fic. Ha… give thanks… Thanksgiving… Well, here is my Thanksgiving chapter.

Chapter 3 Thanksgiving Day

"I'm hungry."

"Mr. Vash! Shut up!" Meryl scolded. "The turkey only takes a couple of hours to cook. So chill!"

"A couple of hours?! That's too long!" the blonde outlaw whined.

"Where did you get the turkey, exactly?" Millie asked. "I don't believe I've seen one here before."

"It's a funny story actually. This is the only city that raises them. They're pretty expensive because they're so rare. A 10 lb turkey costs around $$30. I bought a 30 lb one," Meryl uttered, scratching the back of her neck; ashamed of how much money she spent.

Everyone stared, amazed, at her. "Meryl! That's $$90! I didn't think you had it in you to spend that much," Millie cheered.

"Well, it is a special day," Wolfwood said. "I guess that's an excuse for shortie here to spend a lot."

"So, who's going to cook it?" Vash asked. "Because I don't do well with the oven."

"Yeah, Vash. We know," Wolfwood said. "I'll do it. I used to cook turkey for the kids in the orphanage I work at," he volunteered.

Millie clapped her hands together. "Ok! That's settled then! I've already sent a few invitations to a few of our friends. So has Mr. Vash. We sent them a last week so our guests should be here in a few hours. I'm going to help Meryl make the rest of the dinner. How does that sound?" she listed the plan.

"What am I going to do?" Vash complained.

"Watch football, Tongari," Wolfwood suggested.

"But I don't like football! The guys hurt each other!"

"That's the point!" the priest exclaimed.

"But that's mean! And I thought the point of it was to win!"

"Gah! I give up!" Wolfwood threw his arms up.

"Ok, boys! That's enough. Start cooking, Mr. Wolfwood. And Mr. Vash? Find something to do," ordered Meryl who had been getting out cooking tools and silently laughing at the boys' antics.

'Ok, fine. I'll go to the saloon and drink my water weight in good ole beer,' Vash thought merrily to himself.

"And no, Mr. Vash. I will not allow you to go the saloon and drink your water weight in beer."

'Woh…' "I'll listen to music, then." Vash stuck an unknown CD into the stereo. Rock began blasting from the speakers.

Meryl covered her ears trying to block out the noise. "Aw come on, Meryl. You know you love this song," said Millie from her place where she was cutting vegetables.

"How would you know, Millie?" Meryl asked.

"Well, I thought it would be pretty obvious. We've been best friends since high school."

"You've known each other since high school?" Wolfwood asked curiously from his position by the turkey.

"Yes but that doesn't give you any hint as to what music I like," Meryl said.

"I remember how you were the one who told me about this song," Millie thought back. "You told me how much you loved rock and roll. You always got so excited when that song came on the radio in the car." Then she started singing along with the song. "I love rock and roll! So put another dime in the jukebox, baby! Sing with me, Meryl!"

The raven haired woman sighed and joined in. "He smiled so I got up and asked for his name. 'But that don't matter,' he said. 'Cuz it's all the same.' He said, 'Can I take you home, where we can be alone?' And next we were movin' on and he was with me. Yeah me! And we were movin' on and singin' the same ole song. Yeah with me, singin'…"

Vash smiled thinking, 'I didn't think she had it in her. Rock doesn't look like it would really her thing.'

2 hours later, almost everything was finished cooking. Millie and Meryl had cooked the mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, corn, and buns. The turkey was baking in the oven.

"Insurance girl? I just realized you spend a lot of money on us," Vash pointed out. Meryl rolled her eyes. "Really! This is a very expensive looking hotel room."

"We needed a big one for all of our guests. I thought it was appropriate for the occasion," Meryl explained.

"Well, thank you for doing all of this. You spent a lot of money on this day. Thanks for that." Vash smiled.

"Yeah, thanks, shortie," said Wolfwood.

Millie winked. "Thank you, Meryl!"

"Wow. I feel special," Meryl said sarcastically. They all stared at her proudly. (AN You know how your parents will tell relatives about your wonderful grades and they stare at you with that smile? It's so annoying! Then they pinch your cheek and tell you how proud they are of you.) "Uh… ok. Could you not? Thanks."

"I'm going to check on the turkey," Wolfwood announced and walked over to the oven. "I'd give it 20 more minutes," he said when he was done.

They started setting the table for 19 because 15 people were coming but Meryl decided to add another setting because it looked better. 10 minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Millie answered it. An old doctor walked into the hotel room, looked around, spotted Vash, and smiled.

"Well, hello there, Vash. Happy Thanksgiving!" said the man.

"Hey, doc! How's it going?" Vash gave the man a hug.

"It's been wonderful. The people are really adapting to this planet well. Jessica is here with me," doc pointed to a brunette with green eyes. Vash braced himself.

"Vash! Look at my boyfriend!" Jessica ran up to him holding the hand of a tall blonde boy. "His name is Aaron."

'Huh… she likes blondes,' Vash thought to himself.

"Hey Vash!" A gray haired man stepped into the room.

"Max! How are you? Happy Thanksgiving!" Vash greeted him.

"I'm doing great! You?"

"Same," Vash replied.

The new arrivals sat down at the table, while Wolfwood brought out the turkey. Millie set out the rest of the food. There was another knock. Meryl opened the door to see Stephanie. (AN From episode 4 Love and Peace. The one with that Grim Reaper Bostock and Sheriff Stan.)

"Hi! How have you all been?" Stephanie asked while sitting down at the table.

"We've been great, Miss Stephanie!" sail Millie joyfully. Wolfwood reached for a bun. Millie smacked his hand with the wooden spoon she was holding. "No, no, Mr. Wolfwood! Not until the rest of the guests get here." Wolfwood huffed.

An already welcomed Julius and Moore sat down at the table. "Frank!" Vash ran to the door. Frank Marlon waved awkwardly to the overexcited blonde. "Welcome! Hey everyone. This is the life of the party right here, people!" Meryl sighed and rolled her eyes.

A short girl with short hair and a short temper walked in wearing a gothic like cowgirl outfit. It was all black. She had a solemn expression on her face. "Hi, Vash. Thank you for inviting me," said Lina.

Vash noticed her sad expression. "No problem. Um… why the long face?"

"I'll tell you later." Vash nodded. He turned to see Meryl hugging a girl from work.

"It's great to see you, Karen! I was afraid you wouldn't make it," Meryl happily exclaimed.

"I wouldn't have missed it." Karen looked at Vash. "So. This is the almighty Vash the Stampede?"

"Yeah. He's the almighty pain in the ass," Meryl teased.

"You're lucky, Meryl," said Karen. Meryl cocked an eyebrow. "He's hot." She began circling him. "He has a nice ass, too." Both Vash and Meryl blushed. "Sorry, though. I don't do blondes. Meryl does! She just loves blondes. They turn her on." Meryl gaped. "Remember you're old boyfriend Tom? He was a hunk. And a blonde. Then there was Steve. Another sexy blonde. Let's not forget John, Greg, or Matt. Again, all blondes." Meryl looked about ready to faint. "Now she has you, Vash. Don't worry. She's still a virgin. I guess she was waiting for y-"

Meryl dragged her to the now almost filled table. "Shut up!" she hissed.

"What? I'm just trying to make him like you," Karen defended herself.

"Whatever. Just don't talk to him."

"Fine. Ok. Whatever you say."

Meryl came up to Vash. "Sorry. She's been taking these drugs for her… problem. The side effect: telling lies."

"You mean you're not a virgin?" Vash asked.

Meryl flushed. "No! I mean yes! I mean… Just forget everything she said. You… did not… meet… Karen…" she said in a hypnotic voice.

"Uh… yes I did," said Vash.

"Damn. It worked when that lady did it on TV." Meryl opened the door to a woman and 2 boys with black hair.

"Neil! Kaite!" Vash greeted the boys and Neil's mom. "Hello, Mrs. Neil." He shook her hand. "Where's Mr. Neil?" he asked.

"Oh! He's taking over the shop," Neil's mom answered. "He couldn't come. But he wishes you all a Happy Thanksgiving."

"I see Kaite and Neil met. I always knew they would hit it off," Vash said.

"They met on the way here on the sand steamer and they've been inseparable ever since." Vash directed Kaite, Neil, and his mom to the dinner table.

He came up to Meryl who was talking to a violet-eyed woman with blonde hair. "Maryanne!" Vash dashed to the woman, slid to a halt, and grabbed her hands. "How have you been? I've missed you! I'm still single!"

Meryl sighed and shook her head. "You know… I still didn't get your name," Maryanne said.

Meryl and Vash tensed. "Uh… he's…" Meryl began.

"I'm…" Vash started. "Can I trust you as a friend?" he asked carefully. Maryanne nodded. "I'm Vash. As in Vash the Stampede." He held out his hands ready for her to handcuff him. "Just take me in. I know you want to."

"I knew it," Maryanne said. "I knew you were Vash the Stampede. No one else could dodge bullets like that."

"I can." Vash, Meryl, and Maryanne turned their attention to a tall blonde man in a white button up shirt tucked into brown pants. He had ice-cold eyes that bored into everything they looked at. "Hey, Vash. How have you been getting along?"

"Kn- Knives?!" Vash exclaimed.

"Let's eat," Knives suggested. "Now that everyone is here."

The last of the guests sat at the table. Wolfwood reached for a bun. Millie whacked him again with her spoon and glared. "We have to give thanks. Everyone, join hands! My family always did this on Thanksgiving before we ate. Who wants to start it off?" Wolfwood volunteered. He waited for everyone to join hands.

Going clockwise, Millie sat next to Wolfwood. Lina sat next to Millie. Knives next to Lina, Frank next to Knives. Then, Maryanne, Stephanie, Moore, Julius, Aaron, Jessica, Doc, and Max. Next to Max sat, Kaite, then Neil, Neil's mom, then there was an empty seat that Meryl had to make the table setting look good. After the vacant seat sat, Karen, then Meryl, to Vash, and back to Wolfwood.

They took the hand of the person sitting on either side of them. But before Wolfwood could start the prayer…

"Heather?! What the hell are you doing here?!" Karen screamed.

"I followed you," a girl with brown hair and blonde highlights answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Mom told you stay home!" Karen exclaimed.

"Since when do I listen to mom?" Heather's dark brown eyes stared questioningly into Karen's green ones.

"Since… since…" Karen sharply let out a breath. "You! Are going home."

"No! I'm not," Heather shot back. They stared evilly at one another without blinking.

"Karen?" Meryl said slowly. "Who's this?" she asked.

Karen didn't say anything. She just stared. The room was deathly silent. Karen blinked.

"Ha! You blinked! I win! I get to stay," Heather cheered. "Woot, woot!"

"Best out of three!" Karen challenged.

Heather smirked. "Sorry. It doesn't work that way."

"Karen? Who is this?" Meryl repeated.

"We're sisters," Karen and Heather answered simultaneously.

"But, you look nothing alike," said Meryl looking at each of them in turn. From Heather's brown hair to Karen's blonde locks; and Heather's dark brown eyes vs. Karen's green ones.

"Thank you," Karen and Heather said together and turned away.

"Wait. You said a bad word! Didn't your mama ever teach you not to swear in front of innocent children? She did, didn't she? I'm telling on you! She told you not to cuss in front of me!"

"You do it all the time! And since when do I ever listen to mom?"

Heather sighed and suddenly, swiftly looked back at Meryl. "Wait a second… You're Meryl! Oh my, god! Karen talks about you all the time!" Meryl looked at Karen. "She says you're a freak for taking the job of tracking down and watching over Vash the…" the girl shifted her eyes to Vash. "You're Vash the Stampede?! Ok. Weird. I thought Vash the Stampede was some dangerous villain who wreaked havoc on all of humankind. You just look like a royal pain in the ass."

"He is a royal pain in the ass," Meryl agreed.

"You are so lucky, Meryl!" said Heather. "He is hot!"

"That's exactly what Karen said. Please. Don't go on," Meryl begged.

"Could we start this, please?" Wolfwood asked. "Any time now…"

Heather looked at him. "You're hot, too! Meryl I want your job! You get to hang around these hunks 24/7!" she squealed.

"You're not really missing anything. I'd gladly trade, but I can't," said Meryl.

"We can begin any minute now," said a frustrated Wolfwood. So Heather sat down in the empty seat next to Karen. They began their prayer.

'I'm glad I set out an extra table setting,' Meryl thought to herself.

'It's a good thing Meryl is a perfectionist,' Vash thought.

"Amen," everyone finished.

"Good food, good meat, good God, let's eat!" Heather helped herself to turkey, corn, and mashed potatoes with gravy. Everyone else followed suit, piling food on his or her plates. Then the conversations began.

Neil, his mom, and Kaite talked about what they were going to do for Christmas. Max and Doc talked about the Seeds ship and how the people were adapting to the planet. Jessica and Aaron were reminiscing about the first time they met. Julius and Moore were telling Stephanie about how they met and the day they started their lives together. Frank and Maryanne were telling each other about the day they met Vash. Knives and Lina were talking about the human race. Lina was trying to get Knives to see her point of view. She kept telling him that humans weren't as bad as he thought. Millie, Wolfwood, Vash, and Meryl were telling Karen about their adventures. Heather was walking around the table listening to people's conversations, occasionally putting in a few words.

She came up behind Knives. "Humans are awesome. Get it through your thick skull."

Knives turned around. "Who are you to say that?" he asked.

"I'm Heather, Karen's sister."

"Who is Karen?" he asked.

"That one over there." Heather pointed to the blonde listening intently to Meryl.

"You don't look like-"

"I know," she cut him off. "Anyway, we were talking about humans."

"Why do you hate them so much?" Lina asked.

"Long story," Knives replied.

"We have time," said Lina.

Heather slipped away and stopped behind her sister just as the story ended. "Aw, man! I missed it." She snapped her fingers. "And I was so interested, too. Damn! You know what? There are a lot of cute guys at this party thing. Honestly." She looked at Vash. "Which ones are single?" she asked him.

"Uh…" 'I can't believe I'm going to do this.' "Which one are you interested in?" he asked awkwardly. She pointed to Kaite. "Hey, Kaite!"

"Yeah, Vash?" Kaite looked over.

"Are you single?" Vash asked.

"Yes. But Vash! I'm not like that. It's against everything I stand for. I'm straight. Anyway, I've always wanted a girlfriend."

Everyone started laughing. "I didn't mean like that!" exclaimed a very red Vash. "Heather wants to go out with you!"

Heather stopped laughing at gaped at Vash. "You weren't supposed to tell him that," she whispered sharply.

"Who is Heather?" Kaite asked while getting up and walking over to them.

Heather raised her hand. "Me," she said meekly.

"He's an idiot," Kaite said randomly.

"Hey!" Vash pouted. "Meanie."

"That must have been embarrassing," said Kaite.

"Oh, it was," Heather agreed.

"I'll be your boyfriend."

"Really?! Thank you!" Kaite winked at her and walked back to his seat. Heather smiled at Meryl and Vash. "Are you two dating?" she asked out of the blue.

"No!" they yelled out together, their faces redder than tomatoes.

"Oh, I guess it's just because you guys look so cute together that I thought that. At school, they call me cupid because I'm so great at getting people together." She noticed their scared faces. "Don't worry. I'm not really cupid. If I was, you two would be making love on the kitchen table right now."

Millie, Wolfwood, Karen, and Heather's giggles soon turned into hysterical laughter at the looks on Meryl and Vash's faces. Karen and Heather high-fived each other. "You go sister!" Karen smiled proudly. "You're cooler than I thought you were."

"Thank you!"

Half an hour later, Meryl brought out the pumpkin pie and served it to everyone. After telling Karen, Millie, Wolfwood, Vash, and Meryl ended up telling everyone else about their adventure. It was cool because everyone sitting there, except Heather, had something to go by in the story.

"When I first saw this guy, I did not believe he was Vash the Stampede," stated Meryl. "As I carefully observed his actions, I –by myself, Millie!- figured out his true identity."

Millie shook her head subtly behind Meryl. "No she didn't," she whispered loudly.

Meryl rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Millie. Anyway, you have to agree with me when I say that Vash does not act like the Vash the Stampede we've all heard so much about. Just ask Miss Maryanne, Mr. Marlon, or Miss Stephanie. Look at yourselves. Look at the people around you. Most of you were tricked into believing that this man was not Vash the Stampede. Some of you didn't even know till now who he was. So cut me some slack. Well, after traveling from town to town, I finally figured out who he was, on my own," she eyed Millie.

"Trouble followed him wherever he went," Millie took up the story. "I mean, our sand steamer was hijacked, 2 TIMES! These weird robot things chased our bus-"

"After we met a smoking, drinking priest who shoots like no tomorrow," Meryl interrupted.

"Hey! I resent that!" Wolfwood defended.

Millie continued. "Then the Gung Ho Guns started coming. Then the fifth moon incident. Then for two years, Vash kept everything on the LD. We finally got the job to get back on his case."

Karen grinned. "And I didn't want you to go, Meryl. I was afraid you would never achieve womanly happiness."

"Oh, Karen," Meryl rolled her eyes.

"The sand steamer we were on was hijacked again. AND WE HEARD MR.VASH SING AN AWFUL SONG!!!" exclaimed Millie.

Vash smiled. "But I like that song. Max told me to sing it to freak the bad guys out. It worked, didn't it, Max?"

"You're right about that, Vash. I wish I could have seen the terrified looks on those babies' faces," Max replied.

"Then you got beat up over the loudspeaker! Hahahaha!!!" Wolfwood laughed.

"I was trying to save a life! It was for a good cause!" Vash pouted. "I thought I was doing something right," he whined.

"You were, Mr. Vash." Millie smiled. The guests were laughing but gradually stopped.

"Than you ditched us, Mr. Vash!" Meryl snapped.

"I'm sorry!" Vash held his hands up in surrender. "I just wanted to visit some old friends."

Meryl glared at him. "Whatever."

"Then we met your fan club, Vash," said Wolfwood. Jessica blushed.

Aaron looked at her. "What's he talking about, Jessica?"

"Oh, nothing. Just a little childish crush I had. Nothing important," Jessica answered.

Vash sniffed. "But… Jessica? I thought we had something." He sighed dramatically.

Jessica laughed stiffly. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Anyway," Millie continued, thoroughly skipping the part where Brad died. "We met up with those orphans. I remember that day like it was yesterday! We had so much fun with them. We played house, sang, and danced. It was so much fun! And I specifically remember Mr. Vash and you dancing," Millie said slyly.

"Shut up, Millie! He was drunk, remember?" said Meryl.

"Aw, you know me, Insurance Girl," said Vash.

"Sadly…" She looked at his pouting face. "I'm kidding you know."

"And again… anyway!" Millie got people to turn their attention back to her. "Two days after meeting with the orphans, something terrible happened. A very special member of our team passed away that day. But… he's back now so I'm not going to cry. I am not going to cry." She took a deep breath. "Then, Mr. Vash, being the jerk he can be when wanting to save people's lives by keeping them away from him, which, in turn, makes them even more upset, he left us to go fight Legato."

"And what a sexy beast he is," Heather interrupted. Everyone stared at her. "What? I've seen pictures. Go on, Millie."

"I persuaded Meryl to follow him. And we did…"

"Let me guess," Heather cut her off again. "Vash kills Legato because he wants to save Meryl's and your lives right? Am I right? It's obvious. He just loves you guys. Especially you, Meryl."

"Y- you're right," Vash said.

Heather smiled. "Well, I've always been a little psychic in my day."

Karen spoke up like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Heather… today is your day."

Heather blinked. "Oh yeah! It is, isn't it?" She laughed.

"So, Mr. Vash has all of these wounds and he's all depressed and stuff. Then someone finds out that he is Vash the Stampede and they try to hurt him. Meryl sees them dragging him behind a truck and she stops them. The guy even points a gun at her but she stands in front of Vash, protecting him."

Meryl blushed and scratched the back of her neck. "Stop, Millie. You're making it sound like I did something amazing and wonderful."

"You did, Insurance Girl. You saved my life," said Vash.

"It wasn't that hard to do…" Meryl blushed harder.

Millie smiled knowingly and continued. "Soon after Meryl helped Vash find himself again, he left to go fight his brother. About a month or two later, we were happy to have him come safely back home."

"I had dropped Knives off at the crashed Seeds ship with Doc to watch over him. I even stayed with him a little while," said Vash.

"Then I, being the kind brother I am, offered to bring Nicholas D. Wolfwood back to life for my dear brother," said Knives.

"It's not like I had anything to lose, so I agreed," Vash said. "It took me a couple weeks to find Wolfwood's body and bring it to Knives. It was a smelly job, but I stuck through it." He hit his chest with the side of his fist. "Ouch," he whined meekly.

"He then brought the body to me and I revived Nicholas D. Wolfwood," Knives continued.

"Do you have to say my full name every time you mention me," asked Wolfwood.

"Well, I didn't know what you wanted me to call you. It's only proper manners that you say the full name until the owner of the name gives you permission for you to call them something else," Knives informed.

"You were born to be the Queen of England, Knives," said Heather.

"Pardon?" Knives turned to her.

"Never mind, Knives," Heather waved it off.

"Anyway, just call me Wolfwood, or Nick or something," said Wolfwood. Then, "I'm giving you permission," he mocked. Everyone laughed, including Knives.

Soon everyone calmed down and Vash took up the story. "Wolfwood and I traveled back home. He still didn't have a very good memory. He still doesn't. So he doesn't really remember much about what he and Millie did the night before he died." The couple blushed. Wolfwood could only guess.

"I- we were overjoyed to see Vash come back. But we were more surprised so spot a figure in black walking along beside him," said Meryl.

"But, ooh! He smelled like something awful. He smelled like some kind of vermin, like a sewer rat or… a wet dog or something," said Millie.

"To sum it all up," said Wolfwood. "I smelled like a dead guy."

"Oh gee… I wonder why?" asked Heather, sarcastically.

"We decided to travel the planet, like old times," said Vash, happily. "But with less people chasing after and trying to kill me in spite of greed."

"You know, Mr. Vash…" Maryanne began. "I have a friend in the cavalry that might be able to get a word in with the feds to get that bounty off your head. I'm very close with that friend. And now that I know who you are, I might be able to get him to help."

"That would be swell! Thanks, Miss Maryanne!" said Vash.

After everyone had eaten their first, second, and third helpings of pumpkin pie, they decided it was time to go. Meryl invited each and every one to a Christmas get-together in their hometown of December.

Karen, Heather, Kaite, Neil, and Neil's mom were the last to leave. "Come celebrate Christmas with us next month, Karen. You can come, too, Heather. And you should, too Kaite. I hope to see you Sarah (name I made up for Neil's mom). Don't forget Neil. And tell you're husband he's always welcome."

"Thank you, very much Miss Meryl," said Sarah and she, Kaite, and Neil left, but not without Kaite giving Heather a good bye kiss on the cheek.

"Sorry, Meryl," said Heather after blushing a bit from the kiss. "I can't go."

"Why not?" Millie asked, curiously.

"I'm grounded," Heather said.

"No, you're not," Karen informed. "You haven't been grounded for a month. Wow… that has to be a record."

"Yes, I am, Karen." The girl turned to the hosts and hostesses. "I'm kind of grounded but not really." She stared at the confused faces. "I'm not grounded yet. But I will be. You see… I wasn't supposed to follow Karen here. So when I get home, I'm grounded."

"Oh!" Meryl, Vash, Millie, and Wolfwood all nodded their heads in understanding.

"What if I say that I invited you?" Karen suggested.

"That's nice of you sis. You may do that. I still wont be able to go anyway. Levi is having a Christmas party at his church and he invited Rachel, Chrissy, Danielle, Andie, and me. So, yeah."

"Oh, I hate you," Karen sighed.

"I hate you, too, Kari," Heather grinned. The sisters walked out, bickering about who was hotter: Vash or Wolfwood.

Meryl shut the door. "You know I'm the hottest, right, short girl?" asked Vash. The short fused woman sighed and rolled her eyes before starting to clean up the kitchen.

"Well, the big girl knows I'm the hottest, right Millie?" Wolfwood looked at her with a raised eyebrow and a wink.

"I'm staying out of this," she backed up and began helping Meryl with the dishes.

"I'm right!"

"No! I'm right, Tongari!"

"What do you now? Is all of that smoking finally fogging up your brain?"

"I don't know about me but I'm sure all of that hair gel has done the same to you, needle noggin!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Stupid, useless, smoking priest!"

"Annoying, wanted, mama's boy!"

"WILL IT EVER END?!" Meryl and Millie exclaimed.

I am so extremely sorry for the long wait. I kept putting it off and putting it off. I never had any time. Now It's almost Christmas. It's been like… a month after I started writing this chapter. I feel so bad. Don't hate me. Please review! I love reviews!!! Ugh… I have to get started on my Christmas chapter. All right, people! The only way to help me put the next chapter up is if you review. And push me to do it. Review like you never have before. Yell for all I care. Just get me to stop procrastinating. I really, really need to stop procrastinating. SO PUSH PUSH PUSH!!! GO GO GO!!!