As I forgot to put in my last chapter: Paul Muad'Dib, Jessica, Reverend Mother, and all the works of the Great Frank Herbert (May His name be praised), DOES NOT belong to me. Honestly.

We start this chapter off with a sing-a-long by the Missionaria Protectiva in the year something-something GB, a couple of centuries after the Butleriad Jihad:

Follows melody of ancient Terran song, Bah-Bah Vlack Sh'eep

"Mission-naria Protect-tiva,

Have you any Spice?

Yes Sir, Yes Sir,

Two tons full!

One from the Bene Gesserit,

One from smuggling…

And another from that Emperor… in the other galaxy!"

From "Analysis: The Reverend Tragedy" by the Princess Irulan

Two weeks after the Gom Jabbar experience, the soon-to-be prophet Paul is raving in his fathers mansion in Arrakis.

"Mum, why can't I have that Gom Jabbar again? It was so nice… So cool…" Paul raved on and on, sweat trickling down his forehead.

Yes, readers, you got it right- Instead of being scared on the Gom Jabbar, he was HOOKED on it! Our dear Paul is having withdrawal symptoms as of this moment. He had screamed in delight at the pain involved, bursting the pathetic ear drums of the Reverend Mother.

How did that happen you ask, with all the Bene Gesserit training the Reverend Mother had received in the few hundred years of her life? Well, Paul had injected his scream with a condensed method of Voice his mother had taught him. The fact is that not only did Reverend Mother Gaius die, everyone within a hundred meters got killed of, including the genetically bred insects.

The only reason Jessica escaped was because she had NOT been at the door outside as promised, but in the toilets!

Note: In my story, all Bene Gesserit have a problem with bladder control, one of the unknown side effects of muscle control. The only reason its gone unnoticed is because all the Sisters in the Bene Gesserit are too stupid and embarrassed to talk about it.

"I told you already son, no Gom Jabbar for you! You want to get addicted again like you did with father's Spice cigarettes? Don't be an idiot!" Jessica told off Paul in a stern voice.

"I feel so sad for my dear Paul. Not only had he killed of one of the best Reverend Mother's in the direct service of the Emperor himself, we had to dispose of her body carefully in fear that the Emperors Saudakar will come after us." Jessica thought silently, looking at Paul pacing around his room like a mad man.

Now its time for my usual explanation: Saudakar. They are the Royal Soldiers of the Emperor, killers by instinct. Famous for their various exotic and exquisite techniques in killing off their victims (many Magazine Reviews, such as the Spice Weekly and G.B Gamer, have exalted the Saudakar as the best killers in modern history).

Jessica walks out of the room clouded with despair.

Jessica walks to the dining room, and meets with a huge hulking fat-mama Fremen Shout-It-Out Mapes, singing to the tunes of "The SPICE Girls" with a broom in her hands!

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, SERVANT!" shouts Jessica in a fit of hysteria.

Silently, Mapes turns. Imagine, horror movie with the long haired ghost turning slowly, eyes blue, teeth barring.

"You dare shout to a true desert Fremen? You will die!" Shout-It-Out Mapes takes out a Crysknife and rushes to Jessica. The fat-mama stumbles clumsily with her boobs bouncing up and down.

Cinematics at this point are at a slow motion pace

Crysknife… sigh, must I explain every single word here? For this word, please imagine a GIANT earthworm with many SHARP TEETH, and a BIG TOOTHACHE! Ouch! So the Fremen acts as "Dentist of the Desert" and extracts the tooth of the Great Shai'Hulud. This is the blade of the Crysknife.

How often must I digress?

Mapes launches at Jessica. Jessica sighs, rolls her eyes, and…

FAINTS! At this point, Jessica pees in her pants, all thanks to poor bladder control.

"Hahahahahaha! I knew we Fremen were the tougher croud!"

This took less time to write than the first chapter. The plot in this story is none-existent. This goes to show that I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO WRITING ABILITIES. You may dish out the worst reviews the world has to offer.