Hey all, Freed yet again. Um, it was really awesome seeing you guys' reactions to my fics, and I hope you come back without flamers!! As for flamer, what do you expect, I've only been here for about a year!

Kai Hiwatari is sitting in the torture—ahem, the waiting room when Blackie comes in.

"You're on now," she tells him.

"Hn," he replies, as he walks past her.

"Okay....."

("Kai's on the stage," Blackie says. "I don't think you'll get much of a reaction from him."

"Don't worry," I reply, "I can get a reaction out of anybody."

"Sure," Blackie says as she leaves.)

"Know your stars........know your stars............know your stars...........know your stars....."

"Kai Hiwatari......he's a ravioli."

"Hn," Kai says.

"Okay........ Kai Hiwatari......His best friend is Max."

"Hn," Kai says again.

By now the announcer is getting annoyed, but is remaining calm.

"Kai Hiwatari........He love chicken soup."

"Hn."

"Grrrr........ Kai Hiwatari........He likes trolls and goblins."

"Hn."

A muffled scream fills the air.

"Kai Hawatari.....he's made of hot air."

"Hn." Now, a muffled scream is followed by several crashes.

In a desperation, the announcer says, "Kai Hawatari......he's..........in love with Tyson!"

"What?" Kai finally says. "That's ridiculous."

"Now you know Kai Hiwatari is not a broken record."

Kai shakes his head and walks casually off the stage.