Chapter……. (Mina) Oh my god Daralis! What are you doing?

(Daralis) The key fit…

(John) OH MY GOD!

-strange buzzing noises emit and the smell of fried chicken-

(Daralis) Can we go to the hospital now? –makes strange buzzing noises-

(John) YOU'RE A CHICKEN!

(Mina) YUM!

(Daralis) Really? –bites arm- MMMMMMMZ

(John) Stop that!

(Mina) MMMMMMMMZ –as joins in eating Daralis-

(Saint Dane) What's that tasty smell?

(John) Eat my sister, and I will…put you into an eternity of gym class!

(Saint Dane) OH GOD NO!

(John) That goes for you too, Mina!

(Mina) What! –salting Daralis-

(John) You know, now stop eating Daralis! And that goes triple for you too, Daralis!

(Daralis) Darn…

John and Saint Dane drag Daralis to the nearest hospital, Mina following reluctantly. When there, they go to a nurse and ask impatiently for a doctor. They are then handed a large stack of papers. The nurse tells them, "You must fill them all out before we admit your sister to the hospital."

This is what most of the sheets looked like:

Name:

Patient's name:

DOB: --

Mother's maiden name:

ID:

Cause of accident:

Insurance company:

Physician's Name:

Record of Allergies:

Diseases:

What is x in the equation below?

600,500,000 (60 × 845,612,238) ÷ 270,023 + 263.79 (⅞ + x6900) 201698. ۞

And so forth...

'What…? This crap is useless…oh well…' John thinks while starting. "Name, John Devon. Patient's name, Daralis Devon. DOB…of the patient or the person filling it out? Oh well, 8-16-1990. Mother's maiden name…? I don't think we know…wait, yes I do! It is…Uranianus. ID, uh…928GK43DCI365₪. Cause of accident, uh…Daralis…put a key in the…uh…electrical outlet… Insurance company, Geico™. Physician's name, Dr. Pullemup. Record of Allergies, uh…she's allergic to…calculators, bad music, lights, light in general, metal, doors, doctors, nurses, etc. Diseases, none…X is…."

Saint Dane is huddled in the corner upon reading the problem of the math, muttering, "Bad school memories…Bad memories…" Spader walks in and goes to read over John's shoulder, then saying in a bored way, "X equals 2." He then proceeds to walk away to check out Daralis' condition, and on the way pokes Saint Dane with his boot.

۞) Anyone who gets this right, will get to hug one of the cast members involved in this story, and get their own spot in the story.

₪) We are sorry if this is actually someone's ID.

A/N) This is just some filler chapter we made when we were bored, and when Mina typed the start of this chapter on one of Daralis' early memories. Review if you want, but please review. We take anything in reviews; just send the flames to Daralis, because I might take them better. And we also know of how short this is, as said above, we were bored. Here's something to make up for it. None of you know these people, neither do we…

I type because I am bored.

I am bored because…I don't know.

If I ever learn, I will tell you.

Or maybe not, for I have no real reason.

I am learning Botchanese.

Do not ask me what language it is.

For I do not know myself.

I teach Botchanese to small children.

I also make them cry.

Also I do this to adults.

I scare them terminally.

I once gave little kids nightmares.

Mrs. Severit's face killed millions.

And then the world powers almost collapsed because of it.

All the missiles and nuclear weapons exploded

While the world was in a state of panic.

Lifeless bodies filled the streets,

Children cried.

And Mrs. Severit's face filled

The screens of many houses.

The other majority of the house's

TV's had Mrs. Roth's face,

Therefore increasing the suicide rate.

Their faces broke bones.

Their voices caused thousands,

of ten car pileups.

Then…

Lilith and Harriet lived rich lives

Away from the torture of those

Evil teacher's faces.

And then….

The world ended because the universe

Got tired of the death and destruction,

Of those two's faces.

THE END!

Daralis wrote this when bored, and we decided to add it. Yes, it is…morbid…We know…(nodding head)…thank you and good night!