Hello people! I'm sorry to say that I am currently suffering a huge case of writer's block in Metal Overlord. To make amends, I am writing this. This whole fic is leading up to one joke. In other words, the punchline is at the end. I hope you like it. Believe it or not, this is based on an actual event.

A Big Pot of Spaghetti

Amy was looking around in a local flea market. She was just finishing preparations for a big dinner party at her house. She invited everyone over to eat spaghetti. It was when she was looking through her pots that she realized that none of them were nearly big enough to make enough spaghetti to feed everyone. That was what she was looking for. A big pot. So far she hadn't seen any thing that even came close to the nessesary size. She was just about to call it quits when she noticed a stall on the other side of the market. She decided to check it out. The person at the stall was a girl mouse wearing blue jeans and a blue tank top. She was reading a magazine and didn't look like she'd noticed Amy. "Um...excuse me?" "Huh? Oh hi. Can I help you?" "Yes. Do you have any pots?" "Yeah. Come with me." She led Amy to the back of the stall and opened a crate. Inside were many pots. "See any you like?" Amy checked them out but they wern't big enough. "No. I'm looking for something really big." "How big?" "Big enough to cook for eleven people." "Woah! Well I don't have anything that bi...Hold on. I think I do have something!" The girl ran to the back and began rummaging through her wares. "Let's see. Over here? No. Here? No. Where is it!" This went on for about a minute before the girl finally yelled, "YES! Here it is!" The girl came back hauling a massive pot. The biggest Amy had ever seen. "It's perfect! With a pot that size I could feed everyone and still have leftovers! How much?" "Well this is an antique so I was going to sell it for fifty. But for you I'll be willing to sell it for twenty-five." Amy gladly paid and took the big pot to her car. Once she got home she started preparing the spaghetti. Cooking so much at once proved to be a bit of a challenge but she managed. After about twenty minutes, there was a knock at the door. It was Sonic and Shadow. "Hey Ames! We late?" "No. Your the first ones here." About ten minutes later Tails and Cream showed up. Then Rouge, then the Chaotix, and then Big. Everyone was sitting at the table chatting when Amy came out of the kitchen. When the guys saw what she was carrying, they quickly assisted her. She smiled and said,"Thanks." Vector simply said. "We never leave a damsel in distress. That's our policy!" The others rolled their eyes. Amy was about to serve the food when she noticed someone was missing. "Where's Knuckles?" Sonic replied, "No tellin with that knucklehead. Let's start eating!" At that everyone filled their plates and dug in. Shadow said, "Exquiste. Your cooking is most impressive." "I'll say!" Rouge added. "I need to come here more often!" There was murmured agreement all around. Amy blushed slightly. She wasn't used to praise. A few minutes later there was another knock at the door. Amy yelled, "It's open!" The door opened and in walked Knuckles. "Sorry I'm late. Traffic was murder." "No problem Knuckles. Pull up a chair!" Don't mind if I do!" He walked toward the table but stopped when he saw the pot. His eyes shot wide open and everyone looked at him strangely. Amy said, "Something wrong, Knuckles?" "Why is that pot on the table?" "Cause I cooked with it." At this Knuckles looked ready to pass out. "Amy. Do you know what that is?" Amy shook her head and everyone looked at Knuckles with dread. Based on how he was acting, they were not gong to like this. "Amy. This is a chamber pot."

There you have it. In case you don't know, chamber pots are what people used before they invented toilets. If I get good reveiws, I might write a chapter that shows their reactions.