Alrighty, official word is that my computer is going to be taken away tomorrow. Oy vey… I can't survive without a computer for a whole WEEKEND! AHH! Calm… calm… okay.

element90- Hey, I don't mind you reviewing every chappie. In fact, I love it! Anyway… can't drop too many hints… though you have given me an idea or two for later stories, possibly. Anyway, I guess all I'm saying now is very subtle hints. You're a genius if you understand them. Tom Rogan, acetaminophen and hydrocodone, and finally, Dr. Emmett L. Brown. That's basically all I'm willing to say now. And, uh… you wouldn't be implying anything false by saying that some people can't write characters well, would you? Anyway… I just thought it was time to embrace Candida, no? Meh.

roxy-sweetie93- Uh… Italian. For their Italian class. Yeah… I know that computers suck. Especially translation sites.

PheelyPhan may be onto something…

Okay, I'm weird. It's official. Anyway, here's the next chapter.

Pim smirked devilishly as she slowly approached her sleeping brother. She quickly scanned him, and ran off before he woke up. He just assumed he was dreaming when he heard somebody activating a WIZRD.

Pim retreated to the basement, and pressed another button. A replicate Phil came out. "Time to have some fun…" Pim muttered.

"Who?"

"Uh… Keely. Who else would want you?"

Phil rolled his eyes at Pim's choice of words and retreated to the basement. "Keely?" he called out. "Where are you?"

"Keely isn't down here," a voice said, from the darkness. A Phil replicate stepped out of the shadows.

"You! You handsome devil!" Phil cried out. "What are you doing?"

The Pimified (or evil) clone smirked. "I'm just doing what I was told to." He took out the WIZRD and began to press a few buttons.

"What are you doing?" Phil asked, walking towards him. "You--" he slammed into a particularly solid piece of air. The evil clone snickered and walked upstairs. Phil put his hands on the solid piece of air. He felt around, and discovered that he was stuck in an encasement… locked in the basement… trapped by his replacement… Hm… I need to make an erasement.

"Invisible force field," Phil muttered, realizing just what he was inside.

Phil had been shouting for about half an hour, hoping that somebody would stop by and help him. But Pim was already putting her master plan into action.

Phil had taken his whole life to get where he was. Now Pim was going to try and mix it up as best as she could until he got out of his box.

"Okay," she said to her Phil clone, "I want you to go over to Keely's house."

"Okay," the clone said, and began to walk away.

"No!" The clone stopped dead.

"But," Evil Phil protested, "you just said."

"I just want you to try and mess with Keely's mind a bit… just make her think that you broke up with her. That Phil broke up with her, that is."

"Okay…" Evil Phil replied, standing still.

"Well? Go!"

"But you told me not to!"

"No, I told you to go!"

"But then you said 'no!'"

Pim rolled her eyes, as the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," she muttered, and opened the door. Via walked in, breezing past Pim. "Come in, Via," Pim grumbled.

"Via," the Phil clone muttered, looking Via up and down.

"I have the papers you wanted Phil," she said, handing him a few packets of random papers he had requested a week before.

And the clone was still looking her up and down.

"Phil?" Via asked uncertainly.

"Well, this is beautiful, Via," the clone said, putting the papers on a table. "So very beautiful…" Overcome by longing, the clone pulled her close, and kissed her passionately.

When he pulled away, Via had a stunned expression. Walking away, she muttered, "Maybe Keely was right…"

As Via left, Pim urged the clone to do her bidding… with some difficulty…

Okay… so, this time for real. I probably won't have any contact with the internet for a few days, but I shall listen to music as I scribble away in my notebook, I assure you!