Hey, everyone! I'm back! Woo hoo! Here we go:

To my Reviewers:

LandUnderWave: Sorry it took me so long to update… I really am sorry, but I kept on putting it off and getting school projects and putting it off… I hope you aren't too mad at me… But I'll duck just in case ducks… I have heard of Banshee in the Kitchen, they're awesome!... or maybe that was Baby in the Kitchen… And Anonymous 4 rules! (who are they again?)

Amaya: Thanks for understanding!

Anonamous: Glad you enjoyed it.

And if I skipped anyone, kudos to them for reviewing too!

Chapter 8 Part 1: A Hair Fetish Arises (Maybe)

Writer: I'm back!

Alanna: So what? They've all ditched you by now…

Writer: Ah, but 12 of them can't ditch me because… dun dun dun… I'm on their author alert lists!

high-pitched screams

Alanna: Oooooo… so scary… NOT! They can just ignore those emails, you know.

Writer: Whatever… If we don't bring in other people and establish a plot, they aren't going to want to read this.

Alanna: Fine, but it's not like they can complain about 5 lines of dialogue, that… heaven forbid!... doesn't have anything to do with TP!

Writer: They can complain all they want… Hence the "Review" button…

Alanna: Pchaw!

Writer: Boy, that was OOC!

Alanna: Pfft!

Writer: You're just getting weird… Let's poof people in!

Everyone is poofed in.

Joren: I have a hair fetish!

Writer: No, no, no… You're supposed to build up to the fetish… We're working on the whole Rising Action thing here.

Neal: Actually, I believe that we are still in the Exposition…

Everyone: SHUT UP!

Writer: No, no, don't tell him to shut up. Neal, what were you saying about the Exposition?

Neal: Well, the Exposition is the part...

Kel: Get him!

Daine: Stuff his mouth!

Jon: Gag him!

Thayet: Here, use my royal petticoats…

Writer: I don't know if that's enough material to stopper up his whole mouth.

Owen: You're right, his mouth is huge!

Kel: Look who's talking.

Owen: Pfft!

Neal: MPH! MMMMM MMMM MMPH!

Numair: He's still making noise!

Daine: Here's a horse blanket!

Kel: Ew, that's gotta taste bad.

Neal: UUUUUUUUUUUU!

Owen: That's still noise!

Jon: Here's my doublet!

Numair: Take my robe!

Daine: But, honey, that's your black robe!

Numair: I don't care… Anything to shut him up!

Joren: Here's my loincloth!

Kel: No way! You have Wonder Woman underwear, too!

Joren: Huh? What? Looks down at underwear, which now have Wonder Woman on them Hey! These aren't mine!

Kel: Yes they are… We just saw you take them off your skinny white arse.

Joren: I swear they aren't mine!

Writer: Hehehehe. I love being the writer.

Kel: mildly interested look Joren, if they aren't yours then why are you wearing them?

Joren: blush meep…

Owen: Hey, everyone! Joren wears Wonder Woman undies!

Everyone: O.O crickets

Neal: spits out clothes Damn, that's just freaky!

Joren: They aren't mine!

Neal: Right… So what other habits do you have that we don't know about, Joren?

Kel: Yeah, give us the scoop… What's up in Jorey-land?

Joren: None of your damn business!

Neal: Oh, I think it's everyone's business now.

Writer: Why does that sound familiar?

Joren: Maybe you stole it from someone!

Writer: I did not!... I don't think I did anyway…

Joren: Ha! You all are pathetic. Saying whatever this blondie types on her little computer… PATHETIC!

Kel: You're saying it too…

Joren: Shut up!

Writer: I think Joren needs a time out.

Owen: Oo! I have an idea! I do, I do! Pick me, please pick me! I have a really good idea!

What is Owen's idea? Will the Writer ever get back to the hair fetish? And when is her birthday? Find out next time on Tortallan Court (Chapter 8 Part 2)!