"Now, I want everyone to come to the front of the room…Come on." Folken encourage the dragon slayers forward. The group watched Folken nervously as he dragged a large cardboard box out from behind his desk.

"What's in the box Folken?" Guimel asked, cowering behind Miguel.

"This box is filled with equipment that will help with your itchiness." Folken coolly answered.

"I thought that was a box full of your fashion magazines." Chesta mumbled.

"Well, it's not. Now, hold your hands out!" The dragon slayers looked wide-eyed at each other. As they extended their hands towards him, Folken put a nicely knitted purple oven mitt on each of their unsuspecting hands.

"And what are we supposed to do with these? They make me feel like barney!" Dilandau yelled, flailing his purple mitted hands.

"Stop it! Hold still!" Folken commanded, sporting a roll of ducktape.

"You're not going to tape us up are you?" Dalet asked, inching back.

"Only your hands. Stop squirming!" Folken said, trying to tape up five wriggling and yelling teenaged boys.

"I will not be taped up! You will never catch me! NEVER!" A crazed Guimel screamed as he made an attempt at escaping. Folken and the dragon slayers could only cringe as they heard a sickening thud.

"Smooth move, Guimel. Running into a wall. The sad thing is that I'm the leader of you geniuses."

"What happened? It felt like I was hit by a truck." Guimel moaned as he lay sprawled on the floor.

"This wouldn't have happened if you had just stayed still." Folken mumbled, finishing the job of taping the slayer's mittens up.

"Now, I'm going to my car to pick up some more equipment. Those oven mitts are taped so you can't scratch….Oh and by the way, don't you dare try to scratch. I am your commander and I can beat you!" Folken threatened before cautiously leaving the room with a wary eye.

The soft click of the door closing behind him lead to a few moments of silence…

"Ahhhhhh I'm so itchy and these oven mitts allow no itching! He's a torturous genius." Chesta screamed, as he tried to scratch himself, cursing the oven mitts.

"I never thought Folken liked to torture people!" Guimel muttered.

"Bastard!" Miguel exclaimed

"Soon to be a burning corpse!" Dilandau just had to add in.

"…uh…" Everyone looked at Dalet for his comment.

"I don't know! The itching isn't that bad…" Dalet broke down under their gaze.

"Traitor!"

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"Okay guys, I'm back!" Folken yelled, holding a giant bag. "It's time to--"

Folken was speechless when he saw what his dragon slayers were doing. Miguel was rubbing against the stairs, Guimel was rolling on the carpet, Dilandau was rubbing against the air conditioner grate, and Dalet was against the light switch, causing the room to flash. Last but not least, Chesta was pondering as he held a…toothbrush? Okay, Chesta was always a little weird.

"Ahem!"

Folken was met with blank stares from his scratching dragon slayers.

"What did I say about scratching and how I would beat you if you did?" The dragon slayers remained silent as Folken put…dog muzzles on them? Yeah, dog muzzles.

"What are we doing with these on? Why are these on?" Dilandau asked, obviously confused.

"You have them on so you can't bite yourselves. You animals!"

"We don't bite ourselves!" Dilandau bravely defended himself and his slayers.

"I-can't-get-at-my-arm-with-this-stupid-muzzle-on!" Dalet screamed, smacking his muzzled face into his arm over and over again.

"Thanks for making me look like an idiot, Dalet." Dilandau sighed.

"Now, all you have to do is wear the oven mitts and the dog muzzle until the bites go away."

"But that could be weeks!" Miguel complained. Folken nodded gravely.

"You mean that we'd have to go out in public like this!" Guimel exclaimed.

"Yep!" Folken stated with a smug smile on his face.

"Ah man!" All the dragon slayers groaned simultaneously.

"And as we walk away into the sunset, let us remember the hundreds of people that are laughing at us!" Dilandau muttered.

"I can't wait till revenge time…"

"Neither can I. And who's going to be at the top of our list?"

"FOLKEN!" The dragon slayers yelled together

A/N The end, sigh, this was so random but oh well. Janelles and camping, giving me bites, making me crazy and this is what happens and im blamed for bing crazy the injustice!