"Were are we to live?" asked Enjolras.
"An excellent question," Kat told him. "You shall be living in my attic."
"What is it with you people and attics?" asked Combeferre.
"Doesn't the Werewolf named Pete live up there?" Joly inquired.
"Yes," answered Kat.
"I thought you weren't going to kill us!" exclaimed Courfeyrac.
"Death? What?" Feuilly emerged from the next room. "You have 97 ceiling tiles in your room, Kat."
"Thank you," said Courfeyrac irritably. "If you don't mind, I'm trying to get us all not killed!"
"That's impossible," Kat told him. "You're destined to die anyhoo."
"See!" exclaimed Courfeyrac. "I was right! She does want us dead!"
"But she loves us," argued Marius.
"How do you know this?"
"She told me."
"And you believe everything you're told?"
"Yes."
"Stupid-head."
"Grantiare?"
"Yes?"
"What's a stupid-head?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Yes. That's why I asked!"
"That's part of your evil scheme! Isn't it? You're going to turn us all into stupid-heads!"
"Courfeyrac I don't want you to die! You just kinda..........die."
"And you expect us to believe that?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because the all knowing, all powerful Inspector Denning said so."
"OWOWOWOWOW!" cried Enjolras, London Calling style.
"London Calling..........." Began Kat.
"Shut-up!"
"You can't tell me to shut-up!"
"Why not?"
"Because I'm the all knowing, all powerful Kat."
"Yeah? Well I"m the all knowing, all powerful R."
"But you're Marius."
"So?"
"CAPITAL R IS MY NAME!" bellowed Grantiare.
"Yes sir........" said Marius meekly.
"Ok," Kat ventured. "Pete won't eat you, you won't die, but you are going to school with me tomorrow."
"All of us?" questioned Jehan.
"No. I dislike my teachers, but not that much. On Monday I shall take Marius. On Tuesday I'll take Jehan. On Wednesday I'll take Enjolras. On Thursday I'll take Grantiare. And on Friday I'll take Feuilly."
"What about us?" asked Combeferre, Courfeyrac, and Joly.
"Courfeyrac, I"m not taking you because you'll go on all day about how I want to kill you. Joly, because I don't want to have you disinfecting every doorknob touched by other people. And Combeferre, I think I can trust you to stay here and make sure the other Amis don't kill themselves. Ok? Everyone good? If not, that sucks. Good night."
A/N: I amuse myself. Read my new stories, "Mizzie Olympics" and "Inspector Javert, Baton Rouge Police Force"
