Right, I'm having another crack at finishing that last chapter, and this time, I have the inspiration of a song called "Farting With your Walkman On" by the Bloodhound Gang. That is seriously the most hilarious song I've ever heard. If you can, you should definitely download it. You might as well be farting, farting with the Walkman on. I heard you're full of shit so, I've been duped again. Yay!

You see, the problem was a simple, yet hilarious dilemma. The helmet that our dearest Foaly had found was a model designed and manufactured in the evil Koboi Laboratories, and had an evil spell placed on it that coincidentally only worked on centaurs. A/n: hmm… could this have been planted by Koboi herself? Ooh the mystery. In case you're wondering, I don't know if she did yet. If you've read some of my other fanfics, you'd understand that I believe in un-planned writing. It never goes to plan anyway, so why waste the time?

"So, mademoiselle," (French for miss. Hey, there could be someone out there that doesn't know what it means!) cooed Foaly at the helmet. "Aren't you a saucy little number? I love that colour. It so works for you."

Butler shot the horseman combo a concerned look. "Erm… are you ok?"

The centaur just kept on crooning over his godforsaken helmet, as if there was nothing else in the world.

A/n: stuck again for a while, so I'll talk to you myself now. Today I am happy. Happy looks like this :) and it is what I am. Today I made a daisy chain after school. Yay daisy chains! Mine was a necklace. I was happyhappyhappy. Daisy chains make me happy, they do. Especially when my friends help me make them. Tehe. Catwytch made a tiara for herself. It was fun. Then I walked to my house and we listened to music. But then my daisy-chain-necklace made my neck really itchy. Aaaaarrrrrggghh! But I fixed the itching by taking it off. I know, clever me! Then I had to make dinner. It was garlic chicken with roast potatoes and onions. I don't like chopping onions. They make my eyes water a lot and makeup runs down my face that I didn't even know was there ; . ;

Ok, I haven't written anything for a while, but I do have a very good reason: I had exams for the last few days, and had to study for a few long weeks. But I will start updating soon… I hope! Sorry if I don't… I'm just shite with things like this.

Right, got an idea at lunch today, so please bear with me. Inspired by Catwytch :)

"I think I shall make good use of that Emergency Flask of Tea I always carry around with me. Would you like a wee cuppa tea, Foaly?"

"Two," he said. "One for me, and one for my little darling." He added, to try and clear up Butler's confusion.

All that did was send our poor simple minded-friend into a deeper state of confusion and disorder.

I think I shall add some vodka to mine. Lots of vodka. Tehe.

As Butler prepared the tea, Foaly found… a way to entertain himself and his helmet friend.

Meanwhile, at Koboi Labs…

"Miss Koboi, ma'am?"

"What is it, you scum of the earth?"

"Erm, I was just wondering if, er, ah…"

"SPIT IT OUT, YOU GODDAMN NEANDERTHAL!"

"Did you plant an enchanted helmet in the LEP men's toilets one the first floor?"

O,o "that's all you had to say?"

x x "yes…?"

"Oooh, get it on the big screen, then. I want to see it!"

Back to our more interesting subjects, Butler and Foaly.

Butler turned around, halfway through taking a delicate sip of tea, upon hearing strange slurpy kissey noises.

Foaly was kissing the helmet.

Butler chocked on his drink, sending streams of tea running down his nose.

Foaly, it seemed, was in love. With the helmet.

Ok, I know it's short (again) but I finally feel that I have finished this chapter. This is part two of chapter two.

Comment replies to:

Setos-fangirl91: yes, I know. Never, ever use a public keyboard that has been used by someone other than yourself and possibly a few hygienic family members. This is why I have banned my sister from using the computer.

Cappuccino and a book: yay for laughing in class! I hope school soap dispensers are clean too… just think of how much hand scrubbing would have to happen if they weren't!

Nota Lone: thank you.

The Thirteenth Councillor: thank you. It took me ages to come up with something better than the old one that wasn't already taken.

Lugian-Holly Before Swine: sorry about the length… school holidays are coming up in about a month, and that means that I'll have waay too much spare time for a few weeks, then trapped at my dad's house with his darling family, then back home and too much spare time. Yay! Anyway, I do try to make them longer. I spent ages seeing how long I could make this one, but then the idea was too short. Die, damn short ideas, die!

To anyone else reading, I'll try not to write so many author notes during future chapters… I just kept on getting really bad block in this one, and derr sometimes writing senseless crap as myself helps. But it didn't really this time. Derr.