Sarah: Okay I decided to take a quick break from writing "The Ever binding Tales." AND write this funny thingy I made up while taking an IQ test online...
Kaji: Hey Sarah, what is you IQ anyway?
Sarah: Not now later! Okay here's a funny story thingy mabober.

Tahu began one morning at his work as a talk show host. And today he is reporting Sarah (a.k.a. me, the author of this Fic). "Hello everyone, I am Talk show Host Tahu and I am here with the most oh-so wonderfulHey She's not wonderful! She wants to kill me! Who wrote the note cards anyway! Was it you Lewa?"

"No! And stay with the note cards." Lewa hissed at the Toa of Fire.

"Anyway. The most annoying, crazy, wonderful, and untalented author, Sarah." A girl with floppy strawberry blonde hair, that fell to her shoulders and eyes a slight shade darker that sky blue walked out. She wore a starry pajamas (spaghetti strap and bell bottoms) that she made herself. A big cocky grin poured out over the audience from her oval like face.

"Hello Tahu, it's good to be here." Sarah said, her voice hoarse and sore from hour and hours of practicing one simple little line.

"It's good to have you here, Sarah."

"Well shall we start with questions?"

"Certainly."

An awkward silence filled the room. Some guy in the back coughed; causing the teenaged girl to take out a ray gun-like gadget. She shouted, "Die you fiend!" And, with that, the guy who coughed died. Everyone clapped and whooped.

"Okay." Tahu began as Sarah sat down on a red chair with flames "painted" on the bottom. "Question number one: What do you care most about?"

Sarah sat and thought about it for a moment. Finally, the girl answered. "My computer, website, and files of plans for world domination."

"Very interesting answer. Now, question number two: What are you scared of?"

"Um... Calling people on the telephone and clowns. Mr. Colicky, some evil clown, chased me around Navy Pier, threatening to cut my head off when I was four years old."

"... Question number three: How do you usually act around people you don't know or people who intimidate you?"

"I usually don't say much... And I'm still working on how to fit your death into my Fic!"

"You're going to start that now!"

"No... unless you want me to."

"Okay, next question. Question number four: What do you do if something is bothering you?"

"Let me see... I find someone to take it out on... mainly you and David."

"Yes, as we all know. Question number five: What's your... IQ!"
"Oh that's easy!... Can I have a calculator real quick." Lewa hands the girl a black calculator. "135+105+115+117472. Divide that by four and that should equal... 118. My IQ is 118!"

"... You know for a girl who doesn't seem it, you're pretty smart."

"That's why I have the honors teachers, but I'm not in honors. I'm one of the smartest kids in school... next to my gothic cousin of course." The girl smiled.

"Question number six: Did you have braces, glasses, or anything like that?"

"Yes. I had braces and they weren't fun. No gum, chewy stuff... I missed them for almost five whole years."

"I didn't think anyone could survive that long."
"You can bet your allowance on that I did."

"When did you get them off?"

"Um, on the filth of March, 2005."

"Question number seven"
"Wouldn't that be question number eight?"

"No."
"You already asked me seven questions."
"Um... yeah I guess so. Okay then Question number eight: What the heck do you do all summer?"

"I plot to rule the world!" Everyone only stares at her. Tahu smiles.

"We have much more in common to talk about after the show."
"Okay."

"Question number nine: What is your favorite ride at an amusement park?"

"The ones where you can make the cars go down the fake street. You can run into people that way." She smiles.

"Question number ten: What do you do in your spare time (if she even has any)."

"I read a book, plot to destroy the world write a long novel that will never be published, and write fanfics for everyone here at too much for this show."
"Thank you."

"Question number eleven: What song most describes you?"

"Dancing Queen by Abba! Whether it's throwing my own theme party or mixing it up on the karaoke stage, you can see me strutting towards the jukebox in platform, glitter boots and a skintight jumpsuit to the tune of my personal anthem, 'Dancing Queen.' You aren't just part of the scene, you make it. You anticipate the good stuff in life, and with a theme song like mine, I'm sure to get a lot of it. Crown jewel of the 70s, this Abba smash is expected to raise spirits in just about any environment, from dance floor to kitchen floor, and full-blown party. Mine is the comfort food of theme songs—steady and always welcome. Which is how my friends often view you. At your next soiree, it wouldn't surprise you if I danced with everyone for about 30 seconds, started a mambo line, then spun off to dance, jive, and have the time of my life as only a true Dancing Queen can."

"Cool. Question number twelve: What is your shape?"

"I am a total rhombus! What can I say? I am unique! Everybody is in their own way, but I just have a... very different way of looking at things. And I know I don't have to be a 'perfect square' to be a good person."

"LOL. I completely agree with you. Question number thirteen: What is your favorite ice cream flavor?"

"Oh, a toughy! I like cookie dough the best and twist would be my second."

"Neat-oh. Question number fourteen: What color is your heart?"

"I'd have to say it's red. My heart is alive with tons of passion... a passion for writing!"

"Okay then. Question number fifteen: When you see a penny on the ground you...?"

"I only go after the big stuffdimes and quarters!"

"That's... questionable, but a good answer! Question number sixteen: What is your luck charm?"

"A four leaf clover, duh. I'm part Irish and I believe in that hocus pocus stuff."

"Irish? That's neat! I'm a Mata Nuian."

"Cool! But I think we all knew that."

"Okay one more question. Question number seventeen: What's your Goddess Identity! Gali did you want to ask that?"

"Yeah, why?" The Toa of Water asked from the audience.

"Never mind." He turned back to Sarah, who smiled.

"I'd have to say a Muse. Known for their creative powers, we Muses are the poets and musicians of life, the patrons of the fine arts. It's funny, though even with my inspirational prowess, I'm probably not the type to boast about my guitar-strumming skills, or my latest published book of verse.
"While it's great when people flock to me for ideas, there probably is a part of me that prefers to blend in sometimes whether dressing in muted shades or staking out a one-on-one conversation at parties and social events. But try as I might not to hog the spotlight, others can't help but notice me. Must be hard to be such a goddess!
"Despite any lingering modesty, I might be surprised at how much my mere presence can help improve the lives of those around me by infusing them with ideas and good thoughts. With that kind of healing energy, my inspirational ways have the potential to change the world! Whether I'm scribbling sonnets, boogying with my friends, or drawing my own constellations I'm tapped in. So keep I keep my eyes wide open to the possibilities and let that inspiration flow!"

"Wow... you taught not only about yourself but also being a Muse... How come I've never heard of a Muse?"
"Don't know," Sarah answered, "but I've got to work on the next chapter of my Fic. So goodbye all readers! Hope to see you reading my Fics aging soon."

"And that is the end to this nonchappie. I am Talk Show Host Tahu. Goodbye and goodnight/goodday."

Sarah: BTW, my parents have axsis to the net, but are still having problems with something as simple as a toaster. XP