Yes! It didn't take as long to fix my compy as I thought it would, so here's a present!
element90- Wow. Well, in the legendary words of Meat Loaf, 'Two out of three ain't bad.' I figured that a lot of people would get the third one… I didn't think many would get the first one, and I figured maybe one or two would get the second hint… But I guess you're pretty smart… Anyway, I'm kind of glad that you were thrown off by Tom Rogan… because… I dunno. I guess then I'd probably be a little freaked out? I don't know what I'm saying. Anyway… they're related in the effect that those will be parts of the new story… though I've been hit with a burst of inspiration, and I'm working on a one-shot in addition to this one and the upcoming one…
Emma Barrows- Thanks for the positive response… I'll definitely put that thing in towards the end…
roxy-sweetie93- Let's see… il, la, i, le, lo, gli, and l'… Yep. That's seven. Wow. Hm… interesting. And one way to say "some" is qualche biscotto… Very odd language…
The Phil clone approached Keely's front door, and walked right into it. Baffled, he staggered back, looked at the door, and walked into it again. Wondering how something could be so stubborn, he prepared to strike it, when it opened in front of him.
"Oh, hey, Phil," Keely said, "come on in." The clone obligingly did so.
Looking at Keely, he decided to breach protocol, and disobey the orders Pim had given him. "Keely… dinner. My house. Tonight."
"Is that a request?" Keely asked, sitting down on her bed. Evil Phil didn't respond. "Well well… the cat thinks he has the mouse trapped."
"Yes, but… sometimes, the cat likes to play with his prey…"
"Well the cat may have claws but the mouse is quick…"
"But the mouse will always fall for the cheese…"
"But the cat likes to have a little cheese himself."
"And milk. And dead birds," the clone added.
Keely looked at the clone strangely. "What were we talking about?"
"Uh… Dinner."
"Oh… I'll be there," she said, and then, in a cat-like way, licked her hand and ran it through her hair, and meowed.
"NO! I'm the cat!" the clone shouted.
"So," Tia said to Phil, who was still locked in his invisible box, "Keely called me and said I had to look for something down here… a box… could you help?"
"Uh… well," Phil muttered, looking around the room, "I don't really know what it looks like, so…"
"I don't understand why she can't come down here herself… but she said she had somebody coming over, so…"
"Tia, could you do me a favor?" Phil asked, wondering how he was going to ask this.
"Alrighty. Shoot."
"Could you… go to Keely's house , and tell Keely that I'm down here? But -and this is very important- if you see me up there… don't say anything to me… understand? Just take Keely to the side, and whisper in her ear that I'm down here, but make sure I don't hear you…"
Tia looked at Phil as if he'd gone crazy. "Run that by me again?"
"Never mind," Phil muttered, resting his head against a wall of his encasement. Tia continued to look around the room.
"Well, I just can't find this thing anywhere… Hm. What's this?" she asked, picking up a small, grey box. "And why does it say that the power is on?" Tia, being her normal, adventurous self, flicked the power switch to off.
The wall which Phil had been resting upon dissipated, and he fell to the ground. "Tia!" he shouted, realizing now, what the box she was holding was, "Thank you!" He walked over, and again shouted, "Thank you, you beautiful woman!" He pulled her towards him, and kissed her swiftly on the lips. Then he ran to the stairway, and began to take them two at a time. "Thank you!" he shouted one last time.
Tia looked perplexedly at the small box in her hands, then at the door Phil had just exited, then back to the small box in her hands.
"Okay," she muttered, and continued to look for the box.
Guess what tomorrow is? My birthday… so… reviews would be a nice present. The best present, actually… :)