August 16, 2004: Uh-huh. What did I tell you? A week late. And no, I don't have two chapters for you. I do have a freakin' long chapter that more than doubles the length of this story. Without the author's notes, this chapter is 4,223 words long. Or something like that. Well, I felt bad about missing last Saturday's update, so I kinda went crazy there....
The George Lopez reference in the second chapter was when Jack tried to bribe the clerk dude; George did the same thing with a preacher, and got the same reaction. The Barry Manilow reference was Jack's line, "Sweet heaven, I'm in love again!", which comes from Barry's song of the same title. Without the exclamation point.
References in this chapter.... they are almost too numerous to mention. Here they are, in order (I hope): Skipping Christmas, The Matrix, The View From Saturday, Star Wars, Pirates of the Caribbean, FairlyOdd Parents, Kingdom Hearts, Return to Sender, Power Rangers, Homestar Runner, "Ed, Edd, & Eddy",
This chapter's OFtR is Fire and Ice by cyropi. It's a very well written Draco/Hermione romance for the HP category. I've decided to mess with the layout of the story so it doesn't look so weird. When I tried to read the first two chapters, I got a headache. Y'all tell me if this is better or what.
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Danny in Star CityChapter Three:
At the sound of the crash, Jazz turned around in her booth. What on earth....? Jazz thought. She saw a waitress with bright, red hair staring at her mother, mouth agape.
"M-maddie?" the woman asked.
There was silence on Maddie's part as she studied the other woman's face. Recognition flashed on her face and she said, "Katrina? I don't believe it!"
The other woman nodded, grinning, and the two hugged.
"I can't believe you're here! This is incredible!" Katrina laughed.
"I know! How long has it been?" Maddie asked.
"Too long!"
All the while, Jazz and Jack were looking on, slightly dumbfounded. "How do they know each other?" they both asked. Jazz stared at her father in surprise. "What, don't you know?"
Jack shrugged helplessly. "I didn't know Maddie's even been here before."
A man came out of the kitchen with short, ash blonde hair and an air of authority. "Is everything all right?" he asked. "I heard a crash-" Spotting Maddie and Katrina, who were carrying on like teenage girls, the man raised an eyebrow.
"It's okay, Dad," said a girl standing behind Danny in the buffet line. "Mom just met a friend."
"Uh-huh," the man said. Jazz assumed that this was the girl's father- they shared the same piercing gray eyes. Raising his voice, he directed to the restaurant, "Nothing to worry about, just a little female bonding time going on. In the middle of everything," he added, a bit pointedly. Maddie dragged Katrina over to her table and introduced her to her family.
"This is Katrina Channings, my old friend from high school," Maddie said. "Katrina, this is my husband Jack, my daughter Jazz, and my son- wait a minute, where's Danny?"
"Right behind you, Mom," Danny said, holding a plate. The same girl from before was behind him.
"Where were you, Danny?" Maddie asked.
"Well, I was getting my food," he said, holding up his plate. "And Eliza's dad needed someone to clean up the broken dishes."
At this statement, all eyes turned towards Katrina. "Well, it was an accident," she said sheepishly, rubbing her arm. "Anyway, this is my fourteen-year-old daughter, Eliza. Her brother, Todd, is over there," she said, pointing to the next booth down. Todd, the nine-year-old with dirty blond hair, gave a vague salute with his spoon and went back to watching anime.
"You mean we're sitting right next to each other?" Danny asked, blinking.
"It's just been one freaky day for coincidences, huh?" Eliza asked, sitting across from her brother. Seeing no place left for him at his family's booth once Katrina sat down, Danny slid in next to her.
Jack's eyes narrowed as he watched his wife and Katrina talk across the table. Leaning back so as not to be heard by the women, he said, "I don't like the look of this, Danny. What if that woman-"
"Don't say it!" Jazz said.
"-is a ghost?"
Jazz groaned. "He says it anyway!
"Jack!" Maddie hissed. To her surprise, Katrina started to laugh.
"Your husband's interested in ghosts, too?"
"Is yours?" Maddie asked.
"Yes, though it's more of a side hobby for Eric," Katrina said.
"I think that Mom being a ghost would be highly unlikely," Eliza spoke up from her seat, as she had been listening the whole time. "I mean, don't ghosts usually glow or have green skin or haunt graveyards or something?"
"Well, many of them do, but- wait! How do you know that? Are you a ghost?" Jack asked.
"Yes," Todd spoke up, making Katrina and Maddie laugh harder.
"Don't you have senselessly violent anime to watch?" Eliza asked. Todd shrugged and Eliza turned back towards Jack. "No, but I do watch more horror movies that is probably good for me," she said.
"Ever see the 'Dead Teacher' series?" Danny asked.
"Man, those movies are awesome!" Eliza said. "My favorite was the third one, 'Revenge on the Over-Priced Zombie Queen'."
"How can you like those movies? The effects are so cheap," Jazz said.
"Puh-leeze," said Eliza, rolling her eyes. "If I wanted to see special effects, I'd rent 'The Matrix'."
"'There is no spoon, Neo. There is no spoon,'" Danny quoted.
"That really bakes my noodle," Eliza replied seriously. She caught his eye and started to laugh; Danny found himself unable to do anything but follow suit.
Shaking her finger at Danny, Eliza said, "Hurry up and eat your pizza," and turned back to her own plate.
Jack, who had decided that Female Bonding Hour just wasn't for him, moved down and sat next to Todd, proceeding to shovel in food with great gusto. Jazz was about to comment when she saw that Danny was eating in the same manner. Taking a bite of her pepperoni slice, she saw why; this was-
"-the best pizza you've ever tasted."
"Huh?" Jazz said with her mouth full, realizing that she was being addressed.
"I said, come on, admit it- this is the best pizza you ever tasted," Katrina repeated.
"Question: Shouldn't you be getting back to work?" Eliza asked.
Katrina waved aside her daughter's query. "It won't kill business if I take a little break."
Jack had decided that Todd was the perfect person to use to test out his storytelling skills. The nine-year-old was completely enthralled with Jack's tales of courage, adventure, and/or sudden death, but that was mainly because he was making them up.
"....and I heroically piloted the Millennium Falcon from crashing into the Martian spaceport. And then they made me their chief," Jack concluded his story.
"You know, somehow I don't remember any of this happening" Danny said.
"Eh, what can you do about it?" Eliza said vaguely. She poked at her salad and glared out of the restaurant windows. It had grown very dark very fast and the restaurant was slowly emptying out. Lightning forked across the sky and the rain came down in torrents.
"You know, since it is Thanksgivings Eve and all-"
"-which isn't a real holiday," Danny pointed out.
"It is in Star City," she said. "Anyway, I'm pretty sure that we're closing early. Mom's probably going to take us home in a little bit. I'd hate to be caught in a storm."
"What, you don't call this a storm?" Danny asked.
"What, you do?" said Eliza. "This is nothing- probably won't even flood."
"'Probably'?" Danny repeated.
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"So, where are y'all staying?" Katrina asked.
"Well, we were going to stay at the Hotel Star City, but...." Maddie trailed off.
"Dad forgot to make the reservations," Jazz said bluntly.
"Have you found another hotel?" Katrina asked. When Jazz shook her head, she looked thoughtful. "Why don't you stay with us?" she asked. "We've got enough room, and I'm sure that Eric wouldn't mind."
Maddie perked up. "Would you, really?"
"In a heartbeat," Katrina said, smiling. "As soon as y'all're done eating, we can go home."
Jazz pushed her plate away. "Done," she announced.
Katrina grinned. "All right. Eliza, you and Danny get enough to eat?"
"Yeah, we're good," Eliza said. She looked over at Jack and Todd, who were both totally engrossed in the TV. "Isn't Maho Mushi over yet?"
"Shh!" said Jack. "They're about to begin the Myatokai!"
"....the what?" Eliza asked.
"It's Japanese for 'senselessly violent random bouts of combat'," Todd explained.
"Oh.... kay...." said Eliza. "Mom, I don't think they're moving anytime soon."
"It's over now," Todd said, jumping out of the booth.
"That's it? I wanna know what happens next!" Jack complained.
"Relax, Mr. Fenton. They show it eight times a day," Eliza said, rolling her eyes.
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When they got to the Channings household, Eliza took them on the grand tour. Standing in the foyer, she pointed and rattled off points of interest. "That's the kitchen and the den and the living room and my room's up there and some guest rooms and the basement."
Jack raised his hand. "Where's your-"
"Down the hallway, third door on your left," she said.
"Thanks!" Jack said, running off.
"Anyway," Katrina said, shrugging her purse onto the counter, "we have two spare rooms- one upstairs, and one downstairs. Eliza, show Danny and Jazz where they'll be staying. Now, Maddie, you and Jack are down here...." her voice grew softer as she led Maddie down the hall.
Eliza took Danny and Jazz up the staircase and to the guest bedroom. It was very simple with a bed, a desk, a chair, and a bookcase. "Nice, huh? Since we only have one bed...." Eliza opened the closet and presented them with a sleeping bag. "I'll leave you to decide who sleeps on the floor." Smiling, she tossed the bag to Danny and sprinted out of the room.
"Um.... I'm going to be the one using the sleeping bag, aren't I?" Danny asked.
"Yep," said Jazz, opening her suitcase on the bed.
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Though the rain had lessened, it never completely let up. The moon peeked out from the cloud cover from time to time, shedding whatever light its pale crescent could afford. Jazz, always a light sleeper, had woken up for a few moments. Staring out the window, she let her mind wander. Tomorrow- or, seeing as it was past midnight, today- was Thanksgivings. She assumed that the Channingses would be glad to include the Fentons in any celebrations. For Jazz and her family, tradition dictated a humongous lunch followed by the four of them groaning about their distended stomachs for the next several hours.
Jazz had been on plenty of overnight field trips and sleep-away camps and was probably the least susceptible of her family to homesickness. However, she admitted, she missed her own bedroom and the familiar sights of Amity Park. It's only for a few days, she reminded herself. And since we're away from home, maybe Danny can finally get a break. Her gaze turned towards her brother, who was snoring peacefully by her bed. Moonlight highlighted his dark hair, a large strand of it hanging over his features. Jazz smiled to herself as it was fluttered by his breath.
He looked so relaxed right now. She thought sadly of how tense he had seemed in the past few months, how the responsibility was so obvious on his face when he thought no one was looking. Was it just two weeks ago that she'd discovered Danny's secret? Jazz still didn't know the whole story, or what exactly her brother was going through- he'd tell her when he wanted to, and not a moment sooner. She knew, deep down, that Danny could handle it, but still....
Stop worrying, she told herself. Danny can take care of himself. He had saved her from Spectra, after all.... Jazz shivered at the thought of how close she had been to a ghost.
The muffled sound of the downstairs grandfather clock broke Jazz's train of thought. Sighing, Jazz lay back down and closed her eyes. Two o'clock and all's well, she thought, peeking at Danny one last time. For now, anyway.
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Yawning, Danny awoke to the smell of bacon. He vaguely wondered why his mom let Jack near the stove after the Baltimore Kitchen Incident until he realized that A) this was not his room, and B) his back hurt like crap. He rolled over and yelped; Eliza was staring him in the face.
"Knock it off, Eliza," Danny grumbled as he sat up on the borrowed sleeping bag.
The redhead smiled. "Danny, you lazy bum. I knew I'd find you snoozing up here. It's almost nine thirty- everyone else has been up for at least an hour," she informed him.
"That's insane. Don't they know you're supposed to sleep in during vacation?" Danny asked, standing up to stretch.
Eliza shrugged and headed out of the room. "Me and Jazz were the first ones up. Your sister's a cool bean."
"A what?" Danny asked, following Eliza into the hallway.
"A cool bean. A neat person. Jazz is a cool bean."
Danny struggled with this concept. "You mean, you can actually stand to be around my sister?"
"Yeah," said Eliza, going down the stairs. Glancing back at Danny, she asked, "What, don't you like her?"
"Of course I do! She's just.... my sister."
"Yeah, I get where that sentiment comes from," she said, rolling her eyes. The two had arrived in an empty kitchen; a note tacked on the fridge announced that all the adults had split to go off to brunch and then grocery shopping (the men were taken by force, let me assure you). Jazz and Eliza had started making breakfast when Todd woke up. After consuming more pancakes and bacon than was probably good for them, the four decided to partake in a respectable game of poker.
"Tell me again why we're playing with Pringles," Jazz said.
"Well, I couldn't find any actual poker chips, and all of us own a grand total of three twenty-seven," said Eliza, shuffling the deck.
"If someone would quit eating the fill-in poker chips," Danny said, staring pointedly at Todd, "we could actually finish a game."
"Wha?" Todd asked through a mouth of Pringles. "Wha I do?"
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The adults came home around noon for a lunch of tacos ("It's tradition!" Todd insisted), then shoed the kids out of the kitchen so they could prepare dinner. Much to his dismay, Jack was counted as one of the kids and was banned from getting near an open flame or sharp object.
"Come on, Dad," Jazz said. She had started a game of Go Fish in an attempt to cheer her father up. "It's probably for the best."
"How can you say that, Jasmine?" Jack asked. "I just wanted to help, and your mom's being stubborn."
Jazz narrowed her eyes. "Do you even remember what happened last Thanksgivings? You nearly blew up the stove and made us go to the Nasty Burger for dinner."
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Danny said. Prodding his father, he asked, "Got any threes?"
"We just started, and I'm already losing," Jack grumbled as he forked over his cards.
"Where did Eliza and Todd go?" Danny asked.
"Todd, you little cretin! Get back here!"
Todd raced into the room, holding a bra. Eliza came stomping after him, her face reddening to match her hair.
"Give that back, or God so help me-" she said through clenched teeth, making a wringing motion in the air with her hand.
"Make me!" Todd said, waving the undergarment around like a flag.
Eliza tackled her brother to the ground. Jazz, Jack, and Danny were unable to do anything but watch on as spectators at the brief scuffle that ensued. It ended with Eliza sitting on Todd's back, effectively pinning him to the ground.
"Look, I can easily sit here all day," she said, ignoring her brother's kicks and protests. "Remember last Easter? That wasn't fun at all, now was it? So why don't you just hand it over, and I'll be on my way."
Todd flung the bra across the room and in a flash Eliza jumped off his back. "You're still dead," she told him as she went with as much dignity as she could muster up to her room. As soon as she was safely out of earshot, Danny burst out laughing.
"I see nothing funny about this," Jazz said, crossing her arms.
"What are you talking about? That was hilarious!" Danny said and gave Todd a handshake. "As soon as possible, I want to give you an award; 'To Todd Channings for bugging an older sister'."
"Thanks. I get a lot of practice- it's like an art form," Todd said proudly. The smirk was wiped off his face when Eliza, having been successful in storing away the offending garment, reentered the room with murder in her eyes. Giving a yelp, Todd dived behind Jack, using the oversized man as a barrier.
"Hide me!" he pleaded.
Jack blinked, looking unsure of what to do. A groan from Jazz broke the tense silence. Giving one last half-hearted shake of her fist towards Todd, Eliza flopped on the floor next to Danny. Danny was unable to get his laughter under control before Eliza noticed.
"Oh, stuff it," she said, still blushing.
"Must have been pretty embarrassing," Danny snickered.
"Embarrassing? Try mortifying. You won't tell anyone, will you?" she asked in an anxious tone. "Cause if you do, I'll have to change my name and move to New Zealand. I don't want to move to New Zealand."
"Well, it depends on how much you give me," Danny began.
"Danny won't breath a word of it to anyone, right, Danny?" Jazz said, glaring at her brother.
"Nah, I was just kidding with you," said Danny.
"Hmph. And as for you" Eliza said to Todd, "what was with the pick-on-my-sister moment?"
Todd crossed his arms and held his head up. "I plead the fifth," he announced, closing his eyes.
"Todd, do you even know what that means?
"....no. But it makes me sound smart."
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The rest of the day was spent in friendly banter between Danny, Eliza, and Todd. Jazz automatically excluded herself from their group, being too "mature" for them. Instead, she elected to play her father in thirty-four consecutive games of Old Maid. She lost each time.
"Ha! Now you have to do dishes for a week!" Jack said, sticking out his tongue.
"Is this the same week I'm supposed to make all the beds and take out the trash and any other chore that comes to mind?" she asked sarcastically.
Jack, completely missing his daughter's dry tone, rubbed his chin. "Perhaps another game can settle that," he suggested, reshuffling the deck.
Danny was on the couch, sitting between Eliza and her brother. After flat-out refusing to watch the Thanksgivings Day Power Rangers Marathon ("Maho Mushi has more of a plotline, and that's sayin' something."), the elder Channings child turned the channel to the Macy's Parade and muted the TV.
"Sofia McSang. Crapface."
"Here come the cheerleaders from Blond Bimbo University, where they can't keep their heads from bouncing when they talk," Eliza said, acting as a reporter.
"Tara Duvanee. Crapface."
"And what a great November day it is for running around in New York wearing mini-skirts," Danny said, picking up where Eliza left off. "It's got to be a balmy thirty-three degrees out there."
"Jessica Summers. Crapface."
"Todd, what are you doing?" Eliza asked.
"Making fun of the cheerleaders," Todd replied, watching their names scroll at the bottom of the screen. "Yvonne Kirstir. Lemme think about it- crapface."
Danny shrugged. "At least he's consistent," he said. Noticing that Eliza had spaced out, Danny waved his hand in front of her face. "Hello? Eliza? I'm talking to you!"
Eliza grabbed Danny's hand and used it to cover his mouth. "Shut up! This is incredible! How'd they get him to come on?"
"Who?" both Danny and Todd asked.
Eliza shrieked and bounced- yes, bounced- up to the screen. "Omigawd, it's Chip Skylark!" she announced to the world.
Jack looked up from the card game he was winning. "Who?" he asked.
Jazz sighed. "Chip Skylark-"
"-is hot!" Eliza cried with glee.
"-is a singer. Obviously, Eliza's developed an infatuation with him and views him as an idol."
"Shh! He's singing! Hey Vicky, you're so icky...." Eliza sang along.
"Who's this Vicky he speaks of?" Danny asked.
"Is she a ghost?" said Jack (like you couldn't guess).
"....just the sight of you makes me oh so sicky!" she sang louder to drown out the conversation.
"This is sad," said Jazz.
"You don't have to live with it! Look, she's practically drooling over him," Todd said in disgust.
Eliza went into a fangirl swoon as her crush had a close-up. Her eyes snapped open and she looked at Danny. She looked back to the TV, and then at Danny again.
"What?" Danny asked nervously.
TV. Danny. TV. "You look just like him," Eliza said in awe. Danny. "I mean...." TV. "The eyes...." Danny. "The hair...." She got up and poked his head. "How do you get yours like that? Hair gel?" she asked, patting it down.
Danny, who was thoroughly freaked out at this point, batted Eliza's
hands away. "Quit it! My hair's always like this, and don't touch it!"
"Maybe you two are long-lost twin brothers or something," Eliza said, giving his hair one last yank before she sat back down in front of the television.
"That might be possible, if it weren't for the fact that he's five years older than me," Danny said, trying to smooth out his hair. When that didn't work, he just tried to get his raven locks to look vaguely like they had before Eliza started messing with them.
It was around this point that the smell of food cooking began to waft from the kitchen to the den. Danny and Jack tried very hard to sneak in to "check up on dinner", only to be rudely booted out by the women. Eric came out and faced the hungry questions of four kids and a Jack.
"I've got some good news; we're eating soon," Eric announced. "The bad news is that I couldn't sneak pie out of the kitchen without alerting your mothers," he said, pointing to each of the kids in turn. "So I can't really tell you if they're up to scratch, like last year's."
"So that's why you were kicked out of the kitchen?" said Eliza.
"What makes you think I was kicked out?" Eric asked.
"Were you?"
"....yes."
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Maddie and Katrina declared dinner to be ready around six o'clock. There was a mad dash to the dining room, but eventually everyone got their seats at the table. All linked hands and Eric blessed the food, Todd copying his father in exaggerated motions. Eliza squeezed his hand a bit too hard to make him stop and he quietly grumbled.
"Can we eat yet?" Todd asked after the 'Amen'.
"Hey, if you wanted heathen food, fine by me," Eric said, picking up a roll.
"You can always bless it later. Like this: Thank you God for the food we ate, please don't let us regurgitate."
Katrina rolled her eyes. "Charming, Todd," she said.
It was one of the best meals Danny had ever tasted. The Channingses had really gone out of their way to make sure their guests were well-fed. There were double helpings of everything; mashed potatoes, buttered rolls, deviled eggs, stuffing, breaded mushrooms, zucchini, okra, corn on the cob, summer squash, and, of course, the turkey. It was Katrina's pride and joy, taking her three hours to cook. How she had managed to find a decent-sized turkey the day of Thanksgivings was anybody's guess; the others assumed it had something to do with blackmailing a Mafia mob boss at gunpoint and thus thought it wise not to ask.
"Y'know, me and Tucker- my friend I told you about- have always wondered why they call it cranberry sauce," Danny said, poking a suspicious-looking fuchsia blob on his plate. "I mean, sauce is usually thin and runny, not can-shaped."
Eliza shrugged. "Who cares?" she asked. "All you need to know is that it tastes good. See?" she said, smooshing it between her roll.
"Your friend is Tucker Foley, right?" Katrina asked. "Maddie's told me all about your little friends."
"Uh.... she has?" Danny said, looking towards his mom. "What else has she told you?"
"More than likely every intricate detail of your life," Eliza muttered. "It's how mothers bond. I swear, if my mom told yours what happens when I come in contact with blueberries.... It's not a pretty sight."
"Great. Now your mom probably has embarrassing information on me," Danny groaned.
"And if I ever get wind of it, I could use it as blackmailing material! Brilliant!" Eliza cackled.
Danny snorted into his drink. "What was that?" he asked.
"A cackle," Eliza said. "My evil laughs always sound stupid, so...." She shrugged and cackled again, making them both laugh.
When the eight of them had cleared the platters and eaten until they felt like they would burst, Katrina and Eric went in the kitchen and emerged with dessert. They passed around apple pie, pumpkin pie, blueberry cobbler (which Eliza politely refused), and a humongous tub of Cherry Garcia.
"My ice cream," Todd said expressively, eating straight out of the container. No one argued. Later on the adults had coffee while the kids went in the den and sat around, watching more of the educational programming available on holidays.
"What, you call that a pass? You throw like a girl! Who taught you how to play, your mommy?" Eliza shouted at the screen.
"Eliza sure likes football," Danny commented.
Jazz looked up from the book that she was reading. "So? It's good to be interested in sports. They encourage teamwork and strategy-"
"-and sisters to go on and on about stuff I don't particularly care about," Danny said. Jazz grumbled and went back to reading.
"What? Oh, come on! The guy was open! Ball-hogger!"
Danny closed his eyes and leaned back against the couch. The food was getting to him, and he slowly began to nod off. No one noticed the pair of glowing eyes that watched from the window.
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Oooh. Freakeh. Before I get to my wonderful reviewers (feel the love, you guys), I must address one topic: Star City is a real place. Duh. That's what I said last chapter. Weren't you listening? Of course not. Anyway, to help y'all out, I'm going to list the clues at the bottom of each chapter.
For chapter two: Star City is an alternate name to my old hometown. The Star River runs through it, though it's called something else- the Name of Old Hometown River. There is also a Hotel Name of Old Hometown . If you use a thesaurus for the "ascendancy" in Ascendancy Room, you get what the real name of the restaurant it called. Same thing with Turrets Shopping Center- look up synonyms "turrets". KiKi's Pizza is my version of a popular pizza chain in my corner of the universe.
For chapter three: Um.... there weren't really a lot of clues in here. hides But don't worry! There should be more in the next one! Now, for the reviewers:
Silver Latias: Sweetness! Thank you for the kind words. Yes, driving always brings out the worst in people.
Snow Owl Queen: Well, if you liked the FOP references in the second chapter, I'm sure you loved this chapter.
Shadowesque13: Dude. Betas rock, yo. And Dollywood wasn't that bad. I mean, better than Magic Kingdom.
getfuzzyfan04: Okay, but only if you sign up on FFnet. winks
smile7499: I know, tell me about it! It's like they have a really good first chapter, then die. The story is then taken over by their sister/son/goldfish, who can't write for beans.
Ookami32: The Possessed Dime? Tell me, is that as bad as my Wingéd Vampire Spoons?
Chibi Fluffy Muffin: Hey, you thought that the cliffhanger in the last chapter was bad? What'd you think of this one?
Wind Cat: Yes, I had fun, but I fear I may have lost many of my fans due to skipping a week. --
mcfishche: I just figured out that if you take away the "he" on the end of the name, it says McFish.
Hiyume: A girl of short words, eh? Well, at least I know someone is reading this humble piece of.... fanfiction.
You-Know-Who: Hey, Voldie! How are the Death Eaters doing? starts cracking up Er.... riiiiiiight. Anywho, aimlessness is always a good thing.
Gah. This stupid chapter is DONE. Wait.... must dedicate it to someone.... I know! My little brother Michael, who gave me ideas for Todd's Eliza torture. Speaking of which, I want to know what you think of these original characters. Take your Highlighters of Repression and Sharpies of Correctness and be honest. I swear, I won't take it the wrong way. hides chainsaw Promise.
Adíos.