I haven't updated in a long time. But you all probably already knew that. Sorry. No ideas. Here are the review replies.

Dark Magician Girl Hikaru: Crap, you're right. I need to make him completely insane again. He will be.

purple-dragon-123: Yami: THEY ARE KILTS.

dreamcloud516: He used his nail clipper. Marik's got skillz.

Ceribi Motou: Dude, you should totally be my English teacher. 'Cause my English teacher is a fat air of fart and fat airs of fart can't teach English.

Thanks to these other people. Who did that thing that I'm thanking them for. Thanks.

Amber-kun, Animefangirl11, Random Person number 3, shadowyoukokitsune, Evil-Rubber Duck, snake-sister12, lostnconfused114, Sour Schuyler, Goddess-Of-Anime, RainOwl, Cyana-Goddess-of-Witchcraft, Life's Light, Melody of live

"Hey." The Pharaoh says.

"What do you want, you . . . you . . . lousy . . . paper . . . roof . . ."

"What kind of a stupid insult is that? O.O"

"Well . . . if it rains . . . then . . . YOU WILL GET WET BECAUSE YOU ARE A PAPER ROOF."

". . . Right . . . ANYWAYS. It's been a couple of days since we last saw Yugi and Ryou, so . . . you know . . . maybe we should be heading back to our homes."

It's been almost 2 days since we were INHUMANLY attacked by Ryou and the Pharaoh's Slave. And I all I've eaten since then was the colorful assortment of mushrooms.

"Are you insane? If I go back to Ryou's house . . . err . . . I mean MY house where Ryou lives, then he'll pelt me with those . . . those . . . FLUFFY ANIMALS OF DOOM." I scream.

"That might not be the case, since Yugi and Ryou have suffered side effects from their drugs."

"O.O DRUGS? Ryou doesn't have any drugs! Trust me, I checked . . . err . . . for HIS safety of course . . ."

"You are such an idiot, thief freak, haven't you ever notice the pills they take by the bottle?"

"I thought they were 'candy'." I say.

"If you ever bothered to learn how to read this modern day language, you would know that the labels say, 'DRUGS MEANT TO MAKE THE DRUGGIE HAVE A FREAKISHLY SHORT ATTENTION SPAN'. . ."

"Hey did you just call me, 'thief freak'?"

" . . . And the weirdest thing is that the drugs are made by a company called, '4KIDS' . . ."

"I have an idea!" I say excitedly.

"Did hell freeze over again?"

". . . What?"

"You know . . . when people say something that's impossible then they say the phrase, 'Yeah, right, when hell freezes over'," The Pharaoh explains.

". . ."

"Never mind -.-; what's your brilliant idea?" The Pharaoh asks.

"Ah, I see that you have finally realized that I am much, much more superior than you and that I should-"

"JUST TELL ME YOUR STUPID IDEA."

"FINE. LET'S GO TO MARIK'S HOUSE," I say very, very loudly.

"You want me to go to the house of THAT GUY?" The Pharaoh points to Marik, who is dancing.

"WHO NEEDS ANTS IN YOUR PANTS WHEN YOU'VE GOT A SHAKIN' DANCE MOVE LIKE MINE!"

"Is that a problem?"

"He's taking off his pants again," The Pharaoh turns away from Marik.

"HOLY CRAP, THERE ARE ANTS IN MY PANTS! GET THEM OFF! HELP ME! DEAR BATTERY! HOLY MACARONI!" Marik starts jumping around trying to rip his pants off.

"Well, look on the bright side, I think his dancing is much, much better," I tell the Pharaoh.

The Pharaoh turns back around and we both watch Marik run around screaming and trying to pull his pants off, which he can't since he has to take off his belt first.

We're finally at Marik's house. We managed to come after the Pharaoh got tired of watching Marik dance. Marik finally discovered that there weren't ants in his pants and the thing moving inside his pants was actually just the inside of his pants and it was only moving because he was dancing. He's really stupid. I have proof, as soon as we were in his house . . .

"OH HOLY BATTERY, I THANK YOU FOR YOUR GREATNESS. I SHALL SERVE YOUJ FOREVER. I AM ALSO VERY GRATIFIED FOR YOU SAVING ME FROM THOSE STUPID ANTS THAT WERE IN MY PANTS!"

". . . your god is a . . . battery!" The Pharaoh, being the Pharaoh, is shocked by this.

"Yup! And as long as you're living under my roof, you must show respect for my AA battery )"

". . . Right . . ."

Suddenly, the door opens and Marik's sister comes in. I think her name was 'I'. Marik calls her 'Isis', though, because 'sis' is short for 'sister'.

"Marik, I bought the groceries since you wanted, I'll make that -" I stops in the middle of her sentence.

"Marik, why are the two freaks here?"

"Hey! I'm not a freak! I'm PHARAOH!" the stupid-ass Pharaoh gets into an idiotic stance and points a finger at the ceiling.

"You killed Yugi's couch and gave his grandfather brain damage."

"THAT COUCH WAS PLANNING TO ASSASSINATE ME!"

"Right . . . I think you should both leave," I looks at me and the Pharaoh. She talks in third person, huh?

"And stop calling me 'I'. My name is Isis. Marik does not call me 'Isis' because I am his sister, it's just my name."

I'm thinking out loud again!

"Marik, I'm going to live in the replica of the 'Mayflower' ship until they leave. Bye," Marik's sister says. She drops the bags of . . . stuff and walks to the . . . wooden thing that moves and leaves. LIKE A TREE. You know. They have leaves. And Isis just LEFT. Wait a minute . . . OH. AND DOORS ARE MADE OF LEAVES. I mean trees.

"YAY! Isis bought food for Mr. Pinkerdinysnipercolash!" Marik picks up the bag of stuff and start prancing around.

"Mister what?" The Pharaoh exclaims

"I'll show you!"

"KAIBA? YOU LIVE IN MARIK'S ATTIC?" The Pharaoh starts freaking out and jumping around like them frogs.

That dude with the . . . nose . . . ignores the Pharaoh and takes the bags of stuff from Marik. "What? No cheese!"

"ISIS BOUGHT IT," Marik says loudly. Just in case he doesn't hear, since, you know, all he has is a nose.

Nose-guy and Marik starts arguing. I'm hungry since all I've been eating for the past few days were wild mushrooms, so I start eating that stuff inside the bags.

"But Kaiba, you're rich! Why are you living in Marik's attic!" The Pharaoh asks.

"THE 'MAYFLOWER' IS MADE OF JELLY GODDAMMIT," Super-nose says.

"THE GREAT LORD BATTERY IS HERE?" Marik runs around worshipping random objects. "Oh great lord! Are you possessing this poisionus scorpion that shouldn't be able to exist in this part of the world which is somewhere I don't know because I don't know where scorpions can't live in?" Marik starts kissing the scorpions feet . . . err, claws? Whatever scorpions have?

"Why are you ignoring me, Kaiba? I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING SPECIAL!" The Pharaoh starts sobbing in the corner.

Suddenly some funky kid comes in and says, "My brother's only ignoring you because he doesn't believe in that spiritual, supernatural stuff. He can totally see you but he's just pretending not to."

"Stop talking to an EMPTY SPACE, Mokuba. Where NO ONE is there. Especially not a Pharaoh that looks like Yugi who existed 3000 or 5000 years ago. I don't know if it's 3000 or 5000 because the people who turned us English keep switching it around," Nose-man says.

"DUDE, YOUR WALL IS AWESOME," I stroke the beautiful, beautiful wall.

"Bakura, I'm so glad that you have finally found your true love!" Marik congratulates me.

I start kissing my beautiful new companion.

The Pharaoh says, "Oh crap. Eating poisonous mushrooms for two days and suddenly eating normal food must have made some sort of a chemical reaction that -"

"I now pronounce you husband, and wall. You may now kiss the wall!" Marik announces. I'm so glad that I got my favorite radio to marry us (the wall and I).

I start kissing my new wall. We will make wonderful children.

"HOLY SHIT. STOP MAKING OUT WITH THE DAMN WALL," I hear the Pharaoh say.

"STOP RUINING MY LIFE! MY WALL ONLY LOVES ME! GO FIND YOUR OWN WALL!" I hug my wall.

"You really need a girlfriend."

"How can you say that? In front of my wall, even! I JUST GOT MARRIED, YOU IDIOT."

"WHERE THE BATTERY IS MY CHEESE?"

"DON'T USE THE LORD'S NAME IN VAIN!"

"I'm Mokuba."

"I LLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVEEEEEEEE YOU WALLY!"

"You named your wall, Wally!"

"That's her nickname )"

"A battery is not a freaking god! THERE IS NO GOD! NOTHING EXISTS! ONLY I EXIST! AND CHEESE!"

"What about me, Mokuba?"

"YOU SUCK."

"I, Mokuba, am sad."

"Mickey Mouse and Mini Mouse are related."

"That is SO not true!"

"Then why do they have the same last names?"

"They got married!"

"They SO did not get married."

"Then . . . it's a coincidence."

"Your mismatched socks are a coincidence."

"LEAVE MICKEY, MINI, AND MY SOCKS ALONE."

Goofy is so awesome. I have no idea where that Mickey Mouse crap came from but Mini looks like Mickey. Don't ask who were having that conversation, I don't know either.

I'm already working on the next chapter. Hopefully it'll be up in LESS than 4 months, hahahaha . . . Reviews make me happy. Don't turn me into an emo-kid.