Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, I don't own, you know the drill

AN: I'm still at Katy's house, and I decided to write another chapter. Note that I got about 2 ½ hours of sleep, thanks to a bad tamale. Katy says to tell you she is still Mark.

"Collins… I don't think I can do this."

"Rog, you're doing fine."

"That's because I haven't talked for the past 15 minutes!"

"And that," Collins expained, "Is tact."

"Wait, so tact is being a mime?"

Collins sighed. "Of course, Roger," he said sarcastically. "Now go get yourself some white face-paint and a striped shirt." Roger began to head out the door. "I was joking, dammit!" he yelled, pulling him back. "How dense can you get? Oh, hey there, honey."

"Collins, come look!" Angel squealed dragging Collins by the arm. "See those fishies?" A caramel-colored fish and a large dark brown fish were swimming side by side.

"What am I looking at?"

"It's us, silly! Oh, and look, that piece of mold looks like Roger!"

"Um… of course it does, Angel." There was no doubt that Angel had a strange imagination.

"Oh no, you squished Roger!"

"Collins, stop eating my head!"

"Sorry, Roger. Hey, Angel's doing it too!"

"What? Well, maybe that's not Roger. Maybe it's Benny or something."

"Okay, we'll go with that. Gives a new meaning to 'yuppie scum.'"

"So who's Roger?"

"Well, there's a fish over there that's humping a rock. I think that's him."

"And the rock is a groupie?"

"No, it's Mimi."

"Oh. And what about Mark and Maureen and Joanne?"

"Maureen and Joanne are the fish over there that keep biting each other."

"I see. Well, which one is Mark?"

"See that little guppy over there?"

"Yeah?"

"That's him."

"Aww, that one's all alone."

"Well, yeah, it's Mark."

"I see."

"Aww, look, Collins is kissing me!"

"Ang, I don't think fish can kiss…"

"Of course they can. What do you think they're doing?"

"You and your imagination…"

"Think they're telling us something?" Angel asked, then gave Collins a kiss.

"They don't have to tell me to do that," Collins replied, following suit.

"Uggghhhh, enough of this fluffy crap! Don't you two ever take your hands off of each other?" Roger shouted. "I can't TAKE IT anymore! Argh!" He ran away down the street.

"Um… okay… that was interesting."

"Collins, you scared Roger away!" Angel smacked him lightly.

"You know you wanted him out of here," Collins retorted. Angel pouted. "Fine, I'll apologize later."

"Let's go look at the seahorses!" Once again Collins was dragged along.

"How much coffee did you have this morning?"

"None, silly! I'm just high on life!"

"Well, at least I can't say that I have a boring girlfriend."

"I'm not sure if that's a compliment."

"I think it is," Collins said gently, pulling Angel in for another kiss.

"Ooh look, the seahorse is winking at us!"

"Of course it is, Angel." Angel never lacked imagination, and Collins liked it that way. He wouldn't change her for the world.