Her Sweetness: I had a complaint in one of my reviews. Someone said, "OMG, don't make another chapter that long again! Takes me forever to read them..."

Well, little miss, I made it that long because I had no choice. And now you have invoked my wrath! Look upon my mighty Authoress powers and tremble!

Behold the long and satisfying Power To Things Like Monkey Sex Part 3! HAHAHAHAH!

A Tale of Two Idiots

Chapter 31:

Over on the other side of town, one of Factory Alpha's janitorial closets was occupied with two young teens. They had just heard some distressing sounds coming from the other end of the signal from their headset they were using to communicate with their friends. They'd heard screams and the last thing they thought they heard was that they should get to the main computer and they and their friends would shut them off together.

They were about to leave the sanctity of the closet, but little did they know, that outside their presence was just being discovered thanks to a call from the Palace telling the head foreman to be on the lookout for any suspicious looking people, there was a break-in in progress.

The Forman turned to one of the workers in the main room, "News from the Palace. Pharaoh Yugi says to be on the lookout for anything suspicious. See anyone that looked out of place today?"

"No…" He shook his head thinking, "Hey did any of you guys see anything suspicious?"

Everyone stopped hauling boxes of Monkey Love and thought for a moment. One of them answered, "Not really… Oh, but there was that mean guy who was yelling at that other, cute boy! It was so sad."

"I remember that!" Shouted another.

"Wait, what?" The Forman wore a confused look, "What mean guy and what cute boy are you talking about?"

"Ah, the guy was really tan and had blonde hair. And the other had a sweet, British accent and really pale skin."

"… No one here looks like that! Point out these two!"

The worker nodded and pointed to the closet towards the back of the room, "They went in there about ten minutes ago, haven't come out since."

The Forman puffed out his chest and boldly walked across the tiled room, having a few of his men accompany him, and when he arrived at the door, he clutched the doorknob and swung it open. Finding, to his surprise, the two aforementioned boys in the closet, the blonde trying to force the smaller, crying boy out.

They stopped in their tracks immediately, blinking as the people looking in on them gave disapproving glares.

"Hey! This is a restricted area, no civilians are allowed in! What are you doing in here?"

"Um… Just hanging out?" Marik was holding onto his partner's wrists, trying to pull him up off the ground which was where he rooted himself. Marik tried to look innocently at the guards, but that didn't work too well.

Ryou cried, "I wanna go home!"

Marik glared at him.

"These are the two I think the Pharaohs are looking for. They certainly are suspicious. Lock them up, hurry." Ordered the Forman and his men began to advance into the closet to grab the two.

Marik hurriedly got up and shoved his way through the growing crowd of men. He shouted back to his substitute hikari, "Ryou, run! We've got to find that computer!"

His reply was a small squeak and Marik turned around for a moment, confused, and sweatdropped when he saw that the workers had apprehended the boy so easily. They held him in by the shoulders and he cried profusely. "M-Marik… They're… they're touching me…!"

At hearing this, all the workers felt a great amount of shame and they looked into Ryou's shiny, chocolate eyes, wet with tears. The cuteness was just too much. They all broke into sobs and gently let Ryou toddle off to Marik, whom he hugged affectionately, "I'm back!"

"…"

Ryou smiled.

"… Let's go."

He nodded and Marik grabbed his hand so he wouldn't get lost, and they raced off, passing more of some confused workers holding boxes and leaving through a door in the back of the room. The door slammed shut and the Forman turned to his workers, steam coming out of his ears.

"What the hell happened? Why did you let him go?"

They crumbled to the ground, all crying immensely and looking to the sky whilst pheromones floated in the air, their hands clasped together, "H-He's just… TOO CUTE! Did you see that angelic face? And those puffy, pink lips? I thought I was going to DIE!"

"Resist the cuteness!"

"We can't! We can't resist!"

"Resist!"

"No!"

"Resist!"

"No!"

"Dammit!" The Forman grab them all by the collars of their shirts, roughly and they cowered in fear, "You'd better resist or you'll have to answer to the Pharaohs, and I heard they just got some new, spike-covered whips!"

They gulped in unison, "R-Right… Resist the cuteness…"

"Now, let's go! We've got to apprehend those felons before they damage anything or the Pharaohs will beat us with sticks!"

"I hate it when that happens…"

They all agreed and started after the boys, though someone mumbled, "He's still cute…"

"What was that?"

"Nothing, nothing…"

Up about two flights of stairs now, Marik and Ryou were running up, passing floors which held no interest. Luckily, each floor had a sign above the doorway, stating what was on that particular floor. For example, the first floor was 'Monkey Research and Development', then second floor was 'Breeding' from which many strange and disturbing sounds came from. But when the two finally came to the third floor, the sign read 'COMP'. That looked rather interesting.

"Comp… Hey, Ryou, doesn't that mean computer?"

Ryou had been fixing his hair and blinked when he was asked this question, "… Oh, I suppose so…"

"Grr… C'mon, then." Marik rolled his eyes and opened the door, motioning to Ryou for him to follow. Ryou happily went in and upon entering; they saw a room much like the one in Factory Beta. Although this room was a bit larger and the floor looked like it had just been polished. The large button and dial-clad computer in the center of the room gleamed in the rays of the sun coming through the blinds on the opposite wall and a soft hum came from it, showing the computer might be active.

Marik stepped in cautiously, wary of everything in the room, "Okay, Ryou, be careful, this place might have booby-traps or- Ryou!"

He looked back at the boy who was paying him no attention, and had already skipped over to the computer and was wildly pressing buttons.

"Ryou, wait a minute!" The yami ran over, eyes wide and watching Ryou push and turn every button or knob that shined, "What are you doing?"

"They're so pretty, Marik!"

Marik took in a shaky breath, holding in his temper, and took a hold of both Ryou's wrists. He looked him in the eyes and said meaningfully, "No."

"…"

"Yawn!"

Both Ryou and Marik stopped for a second. They could've sworn that just now they heard someone yawn. But this couldn't possibly be, since, they were the only ones in the room and neither of them had yawned.

Ryou gulped, "D-Did you hear something…?"

"Uh… yeah…"

"What was it?"

"Dunno." Marik put his hands on his hips and looked around, "But it sounded like it came from around he-"

"I'm over here, you twit." Said a voice in monotone.

Marik jumped and looked up to the area of the voice. He saw that somehow the computer screen had come out of its black mode and was now a light blue screen with two rather large black dots towards the top and a line across the bottom that was now moving in accordance to the words that came from the speakers.

"All that button-pressing woke me up, which one of you did that?" It asked, sternly.

Ryou squeaked and hid behind Marik, shaking. He whispered, "Don't… don't tell him it was me…"

He quirked an eyebrow at Ryou then looked back at the screen, "Y-You can talk?"

The digitized eyes rolled, "No, I can't talk. These sounds coming from my monitor are just primitive grunts and groans and do not have any meaning whatsoever. Yes, of course I can talk! What are you? Egyptian, I take it? All Egyptians are dumb as posts."

"Ah, hey!"

"Ooh, he's mean…" Ryou mumbled.

Marik huffed, "Just who are you anyway?"

"Ugh. I get tired of saying this… I am COMP, runner of Factory Alpha's checks and balances and I maintain the machines here. Unlike myself, my counterpart, COMP 2, over at Factory Beta is obsolete. He can't speak nor can he compute at a higher level than a calculator. He's really just there for show…"

"Oh…" Marik scratched his head and nodded, "Well, fine, but just so you know, we're going to have to shut you down in a few seconds. So, just shut up for a minute while we make a call." He adjusted the headset and waited for static.

"What? How dare you say something like that to me?" COMP's screen grew red, "You're not even supposed to be in here, get out."

"No." Marik stuck his tongue out.

As COMP was growing more impatient and upset at the threat of being shut down, suddenly a sound came from outside the door in the hallway. Marik stopped and looked back towards the door as did Ryou and COMP. Footsteps were heard then some murmuring that couldn't be made out.

"Which way do you think they went?" said a voice from outside.

Another answered, "We'll search this floor and then move on."

More footsteps sounded and a few went off in another direction while a few more came closer to the door of the room they were occupying. The sound of doors swinging open was heard and they were getting louder and louder.

Ryou backed up, beginning to get a little scarred, "Uh-oh, they're going to catch us in here! We're gonna die!"

"They won't catch us if you're quiet!"

A smirk suddenly appeared on COMP's screen. He increased the volume on his speakers and then a loud sound came from the monitor, "THEY'RE IN HERE! THE BOYS YOU'RE LOOKING FOR ARE IN HERE!"

Both Ryou and Marik went rigid and the footsteps stopped outside.

"Did you here that?"

"Yeah, that was COMP's voice, c'mon, in here!"

Ryou was going berserk, screaming and crying, "Ohhhh noooo…!" He climbed on top of Marik's head and sobbed into his hair, dampening it. Marik, once again, took in a deep breath to control his notorious temper and gently set Ryou down on the floor, "No."

"B-But, Marik-"

Before the whine was completed, the door was busted open by a strong boot-clad foot and then a body and then more bodies, all stampeding into the room along the back wall and turning to come face to face with a sobbing Ryou and Marik who was looking pretty pissed off at COMP.

"What the hell did you do that for?" He shouted.

"Because you were threatening me. And even if you hadn't, I would've done it anyway. I don't like Egyptians and I don't like you." COMP's eyes turned away, "So talk to the keyboard, 'cause the monitor don't wanna hear it." His screen turned black as he went back into sleep mode.

Marik was about to kick the thing but the Forman's voice gained his attention before he could.

"Alright you two, enough with the games. We're taking you to the Palace so back away from COMP and maybe we won't shoot you in the kneecap."

Marik's eyes narrowed as he whispered to Ryou who was now only sniffling, "Ryou, listen. I have to call Malik and Bakura so we can turn COMP and COMP 2 off at the same time. So, I need you to distract these guys, alright?"

"Um, b-but, I… can't… I don't know how…"

"Nonsense, just wing it!" Marik said reassuringly and picked Ryou up by the waist, in one motion, throwing him across the room into the crowd of Factory workers. An 'oomph' was heard and then a small, helpless cry, which Marik knew to be Ryou's. He rolled his eyes and quickly hid in the shadow behind COMP, turning the dial on the headset yet again.

He whispered into it, "Bakura? Hello, can you hear me?"

Static. Then a voice, ". . . arik? Marik?"

"There you are. What happened before?"

"Oh. That." Bakura turned away, pushing the receiver closer to his ear so he could hear what his friend was saying. Malik was in the middle of the floor, crying his eyes out over the loss of that poor boy, Mokuba, and Bakura was getting annoyed. "Well, the signal was breaking up because that giant monster out there was shaking the building and-"

"OH, MOKUBA, WHY?" A scream from the background interrupted Bakura's explanation.

"Dammit, Malik, will you shut up?" Bakura rolled his eyes.

"Is that Malik?" Marik asked, "Why is he crying?"

"Tch, because Mokuba got eaten by a giant fat man."

"…" Silence. "Bakura, have you been drinking again?"

"N-No! It's true! Just ask Mokuba… Oops. Well, I guess you can't ask him. Anyway, have you and Ryou found the computer over there? We need to hurry because that monster I mentioned, well he's just washed Mokuba down with a few old ladies and he looks like he's ready for desert. Which reminds me…I was thinking about this and Malik really does look like he'd be a good desert topping."

"… Bakura, you have too much free time."

"Yeah, I know."

"… Okay, I'm right at the computer, if we can manage to shut them off at the same time, then-"

"Ah ha ha ha! Eek, not there, not there! Ha ha ha ha!"

Marik blinked, confused and then peeked over the side of COMP's monitor, only to see Ryou engaged in a tickle fight with the workers out in the middle of the floor. He sweatdropped as the Forman was yelling at them to stop tickling the boy and to arrest him, but they were having too much fun to even notice him.

'Well… at least he's distracting them… though his methods do seem questionable…'

"Okay, Bakura," Marik said, turning his attention back to the headset, "Ready?"

In the main computer's room over at Factory Beta, the walls were torn and plaster was everywhere. About a third of the workers there had been eaten and or smooshed by Flyswatter as he had been stomping around. Mere moments after that poor, little boy had fallen down the monster's throat, he was still hungry and he looked down now, eyeing the one that got away.

Malik was on all fours, weeping as he wearily looked up at the fat man who was licking his lips, hungrily.

His eyes widened and he began, hurriedly crawling backwards towards the other wall. Bakura was talking on the headset over by the computer and Malik looked from him to Flyswatter, "B-Bakura…!"

Bakura ignored him, "Let's see… it's the big red lever, right?"

"I see one on COMP." Marik nodded, "So, I guess so."

"Alright, then on the count of ten, we pull!"

"Alright."

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

"Help me!" Malik screeched at the top of his lungs as Flyswatter's fist captured him yet again, coming through the broken wall facing out into the compound. "Bakura, help me!"

"Not now, Malik!" He turned back around, "Four."

"Five."

"Bakura!"

Flyswatter had managed to grab a hold of the teen and lifted him from the floor that he was screaming and howling to get back to. He was being pulled out of the building but held on by his fingernails to the jagged edge of a wall, "Oh, please, Bakura help me!"

"Six."

"Seven."

The gooey monster yanked on Malik's body and brung the rest of the wall crumbling down. Malik cried hysterically as he was once again brought to his lips and was licked. Malik coughed and choked, "Halitosis!"

"Eight."

Flyswatter opened his mouth as wide as he could. Malik opened one of his eyes and saw human remains wedged in between his teeth. He peed in his pants for the third time that day, "BAKURA!"

"Nine."

He threw Malik into the air, directly above him and as Malik came falling down, heading straight for the wide, gaping hole starring up at him, the last number was called.

"Ten!"

In Southern and Northern Domino, at 12:34 on the dot, two levers were pulled. COMP and COMP 2 immediately ceased to function. Machines stopped, clocks came to a halt, every conveyer belt and elevator in each Factory ceased to move and all was quiet for a second, until…

BOOM!

Both buildings stalled only a millisecond before something inside them detonated and every bit of the walls and floor and each piece of machinery in the Factories went flying out into all directions. The workers who were unaware of what had happened were blown away without warning and went sailing through the air, landing on the pavement of the streets of Domino in shreds.

In the vicinity of Factory Beta, when the explosion's first rock departed from the building, it hit Flyswatter right in the head. He fell backwards and Malik, who was about to be gobbled up, instead fell on Flyswatter's flabby chest and rolled down into his belly button which was so large it protected him from the raining debris. Bakura, though, was lost among the piles and piles of ash and cinder.

Flashback:

As Mr. Dove dodged another blow, they redirected and were trying to get away from Flyswatter, but he roared at them which scarred the dove immensely and his talons opened for a split second. Mokuba's eyes widened as he realized that he was falling, faster and faster and the sky grew further away until all was dark.

"AAAHHH!"

Mokuba fell into the darkness, his scream echoing out as the opening to the cavern was now closing. The boy hit something with a great amount of force, something extremely large and wet and slimy. He looked around frantically, squinting to see in the dark and he felt around, squeezing with his hands.

"O… Oh no!" He shrieked, standing up when he realized he was on the monster's tongue. It was moving rhythmically beneath him and he backed up slowly then broke into an all-out sprint. "S-Someone help me! Malik! Mr. Dove! Hel-"

His terrified screams were stopped when he ran smack into something hard and was knocked onto his butt, now wiping the spot of blood off of his forehead. He reached out in front of him and felt on a very large canine tooth, glistening with the stale blood of another.

Suddenly, before Mokuba could show his reaction for such a horrible finding, the slick organ beneath him jolted upward, sending the boy tumbling to the back of the mouth towards the molars. Just before he went the other way, down the throat, he held on to a side of the jagged tooth, struggling to regain his footing.

Flyswatter brought his teeth crashing down against the bottom, grinding them together, trying to mash that boy who had fallen into his mouth only a moment ago. Mokuba held in a sob, knowing what he was trying to do and as the teeth came down again, almost tearing off his hands that were holding onto the side of a molar, his shrill cry echoed. He knew he couldn't hold on like this forever.

The teeth came crashing down again, hitting each other with great force and it scrapped Mokuba's left hand, tearing a bit of the flesh. As a reflex, Mokuba recoiled and automatically let go. He went falling back and toppled over, going deeper into the nothingness of Flyswatter's body.

End Flashback.

"Ah… ah… ah…" His pants came quickly as he struggled to breathe. The air down there was thick and everything smelled just awful. It was hot and sticky as he tried to move, but his sneakers were attaching to something. He gulped and felt around, knowing he'd need just a bit of light in order to be able to do anything.

It wasn't till then that he remembered the match he had in his pocket. He scrambled for his, hands touching and feeling every part of his jeans until he felt something in his back pocket and pulled out a lone match, unharmed and undamaged. He ran it down the front of his shirt and it lit, sending a rather large glow, putting just about everything surrounding him in an early-evening shade of light.

Mokuba blinked, "Wha… Oh, my gosh!"

Tears welled in his eyes, seeing the place he was now in. The far walls were a dingy pink, with large pores all over the place. The bottom was covered in green acid, which Mokuba knew was for digesting the so-called 'food' that Flyswatter ingested. Floating in the acid were random things such as piles of bodies, the remaining skin now being peeled and burned off. Other things, such as pieces of buildings and chickens occupied the stomach as well.

Mokuba felt faint, but then wondered why he wasn't being slowly killed by the stomach acid. He looked down and saw that he was standing on a decreasing pile of bones. His sneakers were stuck to it, thanks to the humidity and the acid all around.

He sighed, "This is so wrong…"

It was about an hour later after the Factories had exploded, monkeys and men went flying in all direction, either dead or otherwise. One man from the area of Factory Alpha had managed to escape with his head and torso intact and wiggle 50 miles south towards the Palace. When he finally arrived he had no energy to do what he had come to do. So he waved over the closest Spike Patroller and told him what had happened and to go warn the Pharaohs.

And so he did, the Spike Patroller ran up the Palace steps and into the throne room where his Pharaohs were relaxing as they usually were. Yami was the first of the two to notice the intrusion.

"Dammit, don't you guards have a life? What is it?"

"M-My Pharaoh, something terrible has happened!"

Yugi smacked his forehead, "That must be the fourth time this week I've heard someone say that."

The guard bowed, thinking about each word before he said it. He knew how easily Pharaoh Yami could anger and wasn't looking to be murdered today. "Um… Well, it seems that Factory Alpha and Beta have… been destroyed, Your Highnesses… about an hour ago…"

Yugi's eyes widened and he shrunk into his throne, "Ooh…"

Yami gritted his teeth and stomped down the stairs of his throne and made his way over to the guard who was shaking noticeably. "What… do you… mean… they were… destroyed…?"

"Ah, I-I mean there were, apparently, some boys who… p-pulled the levers at the same time…"

"Idiot!" Yami bashed him on the skull with his millennium puzzle, leaving a fresh cut on his forehead.

The guard backed up, whimpering, "B-But-"

"Don't speak! How could this have happened? Yugi called over to both Factories to warn them about the attempted sabotage!"

"S-Sir, I had no idea, I-I wasn't there…!" He whined, "Please spare me…!"

Yami's eyes twitched as he turned away, seemingly dismissing him. The guard nodded in thanks and scampered away, crying like a baby. Yami growled now, looking up at his hikari who blinked and smiled nervously, "N-Now, Yami, don't go thinking this was my fault!"

"And why not? It was your dumb idea you use Flyswatter and, once again, he has failed to be useful!"

"We don't know that. Maybe he ate a few people."

"That's not the point! He couldn't stop Marik and the others from destroying the Monkey Love Factories and now what's going to happen? I'll tell you what's going to happen! Even as we speak, all over the world, the dials in the bibles are losing power and people are forgetting everything that we spent weeks on putting in their brains! Now it'll only be a matter of time before they revolt against us!" He scratched his head, "And Marik and Malik are probably going to come here for their rods and rings…"

"… We're screwed."

"Exactly." Yami sighed, leaning against a wall by a window. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw smoke rising from the disaster over in Southern Domino. People screaming and a few watching, he rolled his eyes. Then blinked. "… Wait… Wait, a minute, that's it! I have an idea!"

"Really? Is it stupid?"

"Grr, I wouldn't tell you about it if it was stupid!" He frowned then his grin returned, "Alright, come with me. If this doesn't work, nothing will."