Continuing from where we left off, our heroes have just had sex. Man, how many times has it been now? And JESUS THEY EVEN HAD SEX WHEN EDGAR WAS A PUDDLE. Okay, this all going off topic. Back on task you silly author, you!

A dark and brooding individual, also a foreign exchange student, has arrived! He is the fairies' midwife and holy crap where did that come from? He is the Prince of Darkness and enjoys nothing ore than ruining the English language. He is…

THE TYPO DEMON.

Demon: Okya, jsut gte ot teh poitn, lsoer.

My, my. So hostile. Okay, okay, setting the scene. Edgar and Nny are cradling a baby, because no one can truly be in love unless they have a baby. Man I hate AutoComplete.

Edgar: Darling, this baby is simple darling! Oh, look at those darling eyes and his darling darling of darling and wow I sure do like this word, don't I, darling?

Nny: No!

Edgar: Shall we give him an equally darling name?

Nny: No!

Edgar: Why are you being so disagreeable?

I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NOT TO ASK QUESTIONS.

Edgar: Whoopsy daisy.

Now then, what shall you name the baby?

Edgar: Lemme see here.

Meanwhile, in the corner, Typo Demon is scheming terrible schemes and dreaming terrible dreams because I like that song.

Demon: Adn nveer agian sahll teh ctas lal emet ot dnace ta teh ned fo Itfanny Steret.

I liked that book.

Demon: Waht bkoo?

The Cats of Tiffany Street. It was so sad.

Demon: Wahtever. Nwo tehn…

Edgar: I think we'll name him –

Here comes the big moment, folks!

Edgar: KOGAR!

Wait, something's not right here.

Nny: WTF/slash!11

Edgar: Hogae!

Typo Demon cackles, and Edgar facepalms. Ahh, another vocab word! Study hard, liddle chilluns!

Edgar: …Jofsr!

Man, how embarrassing.

Finally our darling Johnny catches on and kills Typo Demon. Such a short life. May he rest in peace.

Edgar: JOGAR.

Suddenly the audience cracks up, because the name Jogar is far more hilarious than anything Edgar has previously suggested as the baby's name. I mean, Jesus Christ. JOGAR. Man, someone should get out more often.

Anyway, now that Jogar snerk has a name…

Edgar: Wait, how did I have a kid?

DON'T ASK QUESTIONS.

Nny: Yeah, Edgar. GOD. WTF?

Nobody will ever know why our favorite homicidal maniac has become so obsessed with the phrase WTF, but I guess I'd be a hypocrite if I asked why, now, wouldn't I?

Edgar: …

DOT DOT DOT, EDGAR.

Edgar: What's wrong with you?

Something terrible. Now, let's get on with this story, eh?

Edgar: Yeah, yeah.

Our scene shifts to that of a busy city street, full of hussle bussle busy busy shizzy dizzy. Edgar and Nny have apparently left Jogar to his doom, but who cares? Now they're both dancing queens!

Both are breakdancing like regular gangsta pros, yo yo homey g-dawg let's smoke-a da buddha. Ahh, fads.

Then, Lie got bored of writing and felt extremely tired and unmotivated, and everyone had a ridiculous orgy and then died. Woohoo.

When next we find our heroes, they seem to have met up with the cold clammy hands of plot derailment! CURSES.