AN: Howdy, howdy! I hope you'll forgive my slllooooww posting...lots of things going on this month. Forgive me! Forgive me and reveiw!

stefinable:I DO NOT have a CANOE! Get over it! (lol...)

acosta pérez josé ramiro: For your reading pleasure, I have actually gotten Sheen himself to reply to 'why he is not in Arkham Asylum!' Here he is:

Sheen: Well,I was there for a little while, but when I found out they only had 3 channels, none of which played Ultra-Lord, not to mention the fact thatI wasn't alllowed to keep my Ultra Lord action figures or Utility Beltor ANYTHING remotly useful in the real world,I got a liiiiiiittle loco, and they said that ifI would please come down from the chandeleir and give George back his teeth, I could go home (but only if I promised to never come back and also tell them whereI had hid the cat and also where the duct tape had gone to...) So I...hey, wait...is that candy!? GIVE IT!

Soul Raider 116: Yay heritage, indeed! (Welsh+American Indian me) W00t, diversity!

Readrbug21: I figured, considering your name, you would like the style! I'm glad I lived up to the infortuanate way of writing we all know and love. ...Heh-heh! Readers unite!

thefanwithashortattentionspan: I find it very amusing that the "fan with a short attention span" wrote the longest reveiw! - Yes, I love that episode...I'm hoping y'all won't think this is a ripoff of that ep...I thought of doing this before I saw it, so...

Elynsynos 18: (gives AES) Thanks! (Rock on, Billy Joel!)

NoFx1018: ...let me think about it...okay! (but only cause you asked nice!)

blondegirlshavefun: Sadly, I do not have llamas. Meh. As to what it is like...well, close your eyes (well, figuativly, because, if you do close them, you can't read this.) and imaginge a chicken. Now imagine that- times 300. Now imagine feeding them with big bags of corn...stuff. Okay? With me so far? Good. Now picture the food...processed...and laying on the ground for all the world to...step in.

Yeah. It's like that.

By the way, I have to ask: SHAVEfun? Care to explain? o.O -

Surfgirl15: Thank you! I'll have a bit of S/L in there as well, hopefully.

sewinchick14: Thanks! Here you go!

Hehe,I have to post this, from justtoreadurfics's review: "Hey! I'm just a random person! I love your story!" HAHA! Love it!

snowboarder9: Thanks! Good to see you again!

LadyEsca: Yay! You read my other stories! (happy fuzzyness!)

Switchback: Definatly! Don't be afraid! Let me know if you post it, and I'll come reveiw it! (as long as it's K or K, lol)

greg9570: Glad to see you're still you're same cheery self! Thanks for stopping by!

Disclaimer: It's at times like these that I realize...I love me! I just don't know what I'd do without myself... Iwish there was two of me...soI could bask in my own glory! - (My friendsand I in all our vain glory)

Chapter 8

"Sweet!" Sheen exclaimed. "Now I can totally go into the future and see the next season of Ultra Lord! Great idea, Jimmy! That will get your mind off losing to Cindy!"

"That's not why- Hey! I didn't lose!" Jimmy said, realizing what Sheen had said.

"That's okay, Jimmy," Sheen said, putting a sympathetic arm around his genius friend, "We love you anyway, denial and all."

"Who's side are you on?" Jimmy asked in amused frustration.

"Whatever side has llamas." Carl said, as if stating the obvious.

"So, Jimmy," Sheen said, switching the conversation to a more Ultra-Lord-equse topic, "How many episodes into the future are we going?"

Jimmy smiled. "Don't you mean 'years'?"

"Dude, are you paying attention?" Sheen asked, rolling his eyes. "I NEED ULTRA LORD!"

Jimmy's eye twitched. "I can see that, Sheen." He said, finally, raising an eyebrow. "I answer to your previous question, I was thinking…perhaps fifteen years?"

"Fifteen years! We'll be all old and wrinkled!" Sheen said, throwing his arms in the air.

"But, Sheen," Carl said, "My dad is older than that; and he doesn't have wrinkles!"

Sheen blinked at his obtuse friend. "Riiiight."

Jimmy laughed. "Don't worry, Sheen, we won't have wrinkles. We'll only be in our twenties!"

Sheen considered this for a moment.

"Surely," Jimmy said, "The years of, say…Ultra Lord's prime were in his twenties?"

"Well, actually," Sheen began, eager to deport his vast Ultra-Knowledge, "He-"

"Alright, Nerdtron. What's going on?"

Jimmy and friends turned to face the intrusive voice with a scowl, a CSL ™, and a blank stare over her shoulder at a squirrel. (AN: Feel free to speculate which goes to whom.)

"What do you want now?"

Cindy rolled her eyes. "You've been holed up for three days, Mr. Whippy-dip-head. I know you're up to something. I just want to derive its potential for pain, suffering, or attacking pants, so I know just how far out of my way to go to avoid you."

Libby smiled, shifting her body slightly to the beat from her 'phones. Sheen wiggled his eyebrows at her, and she rolled her eyes.

"You know, Cindy, for once in my life, I'm actually glad you're here."

"Excuse me?" She necessitated.

He A.E.S.-ed at her. "Remember the…(ahem)…discussion we had at the candy bar a few days back?"

"Yes, I as a matter of fact, I do remember beating you at a battle of wits. What about it?"

"You didn't- ARG!"

She laughed at the frustration on his face.

"Look-" he said, cooling down after remembering his certainly imminent victory over her big mouth, "I think we need to settle this- once and for all."

"Oh, now I'm scared." She said, flatly.

"I've built a time machine." He announced, stepping closer to her. "I'm going to prove to you who is going to be the eventual intellectual superior!"

She raised an eyebrow at his almost evil laugh (A.E.L.) that followed the announcement.

"You get weirder every day, Nerdtron. Do you really expect me to believe you've successfully invented a time machine in three days?"

He looked at her, slightly offended. (AN: But, with ego still in tact, of course.) "What part of 'Genius' confuses you, Dorktex?"

She drew her lips together in a closed-mouth scowl.

Sheen, who had been inching closer to Libby without anyone noticing, could no longer stand it. "Can we GO now? I want to see the future Ultra-Lord action figures!"

Libby raised an eyebrow in surprise when she turned to look a him. He smiled, inches from her. "Sheen-" She said, strictly, "personal space."

He grinned, almost apologetically, (AN: But, not quite. In fact, if sorry was a ocean, Sheen was...a drop in a bucket...) and moved a large step away.

"Yes, well, nice talking to you, Cindy," Jimmy said, sarcastically. "But I have to go and see my amazing and exciting future now."

He turned to go, friends in tow, when Cindy reached out her hand to grab his shoulder. "Oh, no you don't, hot shot. I'm going with you."

"No way!" Jimmy said, shaking his head with finality.

"Some kind of genius you are. Don't you think things through? How are you going to prove anything, buster? For all I know, I could turn out to be famous and you could live in a gutter, and you could still come back spewing stories of how wonderful you are in the future."

He glowered at her.

"You know I'm right." She said, squinting at him. "If we want to prove anything, we should all go."

"But why does Libby-" Jimmy began.

Sheen coughed.

After a pause, Jimmy sighed. "Fine. Let's get moving."

Cindy nodded, and the group followed Jimmy to the lab.