Okay, I know that I left the chapter at a really tight spot.  Will anyone save Emma from her impending doom of geekdom?  Will Paige survive the visit?  Is Emma's mother more than five years older than she is?  Are we looking at a new Eve?  Is she the type of Eve who's unpredictable who takes risks?  Am I allergic to cheese?

            Okay, let's find out the answers to these questions you must obviously have been worrying about all day long, by starting with Spinner's day.  This is not Spinner's normal attitude, (I hope,) but who cares!

            Spinner and Jimmy were walking down the street.  "Ew, Spinner!"

            "Sorry, walking down the street makes me fart!" Spinner said.

            "That's okay," Jimmy said.  They turned a corner.

            "Spinner," Jimmy said.

            "Sorry, turning corners makes me fart," Spinner said.

            "That's okay," Jimmy said.  "Just don't do it again."  Then the two boys saw Ashley.

            "Hi, Ashley!" Jimmy said.

            "SPINNER!!" they both yelled.

            "Sorry, you saying hi to Ashley makes me fart," Spinner said.

            "Have you heard what happened?" Ashley asked.  "No, wait, I've got a new look, and so I've gone from prep to Goth in a day, which obviously makes me a poser, so I don't care what happens, I'm trying to find a dirty look that I can use."

            "What, does going from prep to Goth in a day make you fart too?" Jimmy asked.

            "No, just posers," Spinner said.  "Posers make me fart."

            "I see," Jimmy said.  "Don't you guys think we should save Emma and Paige from the commercial pals?"

            "Who?" Ashley asked.

            "From Olga?" Jimmy asked.

            "I'm not going," Spinner said.  "Olga will make me fart."

            "Stay then!" Jimmy said.

            Meanwhile, Craig's dad was walking down the street, getting really angry, and having a tantrum about the fact that his haircut made him look bald, despite the fact that he's been bald, for like, his whole life.  Also, this was the time that Olga was hunting for more potential commercial geeks, and crashed straight into him.

            "************ ********* ******* ***** ***** *** ******!!!!!!!!!!  WHO TOLD YOU IT WAS OKAY TO CRASH INTO ME???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed.

            "My doouhg sometoooimes," Olga said.

            "YOU TELL THIS DOG HE'LL BE SPEAKING TO MY ****** **** **** *** ****** ***** **** **** **** **** ***** ******* ******** ***** ***** ******* LAWYER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

            Emma was meanwhile begging and pleading for help.  "I'M BEGGING AND PLEADING FOR HELP!!!!!" she screamed.

            "Shut up!  At least Olga didn't tear your fake nails off and use them as a snack," Paige said bitterly.

            Emma was very upset.  "I'M VERY UPSET!!!!!" she screamed.

            It was very unfortunate, right then, that the torturer had arrived.  It was that guy with the really long neck.  Remember him.  "Paige, tell us where you hide your lip gloss, or we'll have to torture you!"

            "NO!  YOU'LL NEVER TAKE MY LIP GLOSS ALIVE!!!!!!!" Paige screamed.

            "Okay, I guess we'll have to torture you then," he said.

            "Paige, just tell him!" Emma said.  "Do you want Olga to sit on you?"

            "Actually, I have another idea," he said.  He pulled out a pair of scissors, some snot green hair gel, and some clown makeup.  "You need a new look."        

            Paige let out a horrible scream, and Emma suddenly felt her world go black.  She wasn't dead, but the scream had knocked out most of her senses, and she was unable to do much, except scream, adding to the noise.

            Being used to listening to themselves talk, the commercial kids have a very acute pain and annoyance tolerance.  Therefore, the boy was not harmed.  He took the front lock on the left of Paige's hair, and pretty much cut it completely off, leaving her a huge bald spot.  With the little bit of hair left, quite close to the scalp, he put in the puke green hair gel, and spiked it.  Paige screamed so loud, that she completely went mute, well, for now, until I get bored with that idea.  Sorry Paige.  Next, the boy took another lock of her hair, and cut half of it off, and curled it up in a strange, wave-like thing.  Eventually, spikes, waves, bald spots, knots, and greenness covered her head. 

            "Well, since I was sincere about making Paige look like an idiot, it doesn't seem like something stupid," the boy said idiotically.

            Paige, unable to scream, worried about what would happen to her next.  He started smearing blush all over her face, at odd angles, and eye shadow all the way up to her eyebrows, the lipstick being much worse.

            Note, I have no animosity towards Paige, I just feel like picking on someone, and it's Paige's lucky day!

            Suddenly, some person I don't care about ran into the room.  "It's terrible, just terrible, you have to take us seriously," someone said.

            "I do?" the boy asked.

            "Yes.  It's Chris from 24-Seven (owned by the N).  He's a juhnawist.  He's a fully fledged juhnawist!!!!!"

            "You think that's serious?" the boy asked.  "Wait until you find out the shocking truth.  He neautised!  He fooinallwy naeautised Eve, (the N owns Being Eve)!  And that's not the worst of it.  MANNY MOHAWK JUST SPOKE TO YOU!!!!!!!!!!!  (Manny Mohawk, or whatever owns himself.)