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Hyde A/N: Well, I'm not sure exactly where this chapter is going to go. Like, I have no idea where the plot it going in here. Perhaps Touko shall return. Touko is fun to write. I'm getting bored with the current plot. It seems somehow mindless.

Audience: --stares blankly—

Okay, maybe mindless isn't the right word. But it's something. I don't know what. I think I'll stop rambling randomly and start writing, if that's okay with everyone.

Audience: --sighs with relief—

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In the backseat of Amon's car, Touko jabbered randomly, still feeling the effects of the sedation she had recently emerged from. (Hyde A/N: If you recall from however many chapters back, she got stoned on some random herbal remedy.)

"Methinks the time be ripe for changes," she said. Amon and Robin in the front seat did not respond. Robin, because she didn't feel conversational and Amon because he never was conversational.

"Mmm-hmm," she agreed with herself. "Methinks it be the time in which I must make a change."

Robin looked at Amon as if to say, what do we do about her? Amon stared straight ahead, as if to give the impression that he had no intention of doing anything whatsoever about Touko. Robin gave an inaudible sigh and let her mind wander.

"The time doth be rope, I meaneth, ripe for change."

Robin had a thought that Touko sounded somewhat akin to a broken record. Amon had a thought that he'd rather be on Mars that in this car. This led to thoughts of the effects of increased gravity on orbo gun performance. Amon was now lost to the world.

"It is the time for change. I changeth. Thou changest."

Robin wondered how Touko had arrived at this tangent. Amon wondered how an orbo gun would perform at low gravity.

"Change thou me, and I shalt be changed. I runneth not in fright of change."

Robin wished she had duct tape. Amon imagined the immense possibilities of low gravity witch-hunts.

"Doth the moose in truth run from change? Nay, change and the moose doth walk hand in hand. Avast!"

Avast? Robin thought. Underwater orbo gun? Amon thought.

Finally, they arrived at Robin and Touko's apartment. Robin took Touko by the arm and led her out of the car.

"Goodbye, Robin," said Amon.

"Goodbye," said Robin.

"Dost thou wish a cookie?" said Touko.

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Amon, upon returning to his house, checked his mailbox. Surprisingly, there was a letter from Abigail, the prophet of the Omnipotent Mother Goddess.

The message scrawled on the slip of paper was startlingly clear and straightforward. Amon was so startled, he raised one eyebrow and rubbed his jaw.

It read:

The llama that stalks you has eloped with his secretary. Have a nice day. –Abigail

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"Here you go, Amon, photos, audiotapes, everything." Doujima dropped a pile of items in his lap.

He dropped them back into her arms. "I don't need them anymore."

"YOU DON'T NEED THEM ANYMORE?"

"He eloped with his secretary."

"Oh." Doujima's face registered a momentary look of disgust. Then she remembered that Amon had made her do a bunch of work for nothing.

"I HATE YOU AMON!!!!!" Doujima screamed.

He turned his back on her, seeming deaf.

"I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!"

He made no response.

"YOU STUPID MAN!" She uttered the last word with unspeakable disgust and sarcasm. The she stomped out.

At his computer, even Michael with his loud music heard her coming.

"Uh oh, blond on the warpath," he whispered to Sakaki.

It earned him a hard whack with a purse and an audiotape in the head.

"AUGHHHHHHH!" Doujima screamed, and she slammed the door behind her as she exited.

"Ouch." Sakaki said.

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As Amon was walking up to his apartment that night, a girl wearing large amounts of denim and blue hair stopped him on the sidewalk.

"It's nice to be among the MAGNOLIAS again," she said.

Amon looked at her strangely.

"The birds do smile kindly upon those whose FACES are cheerful," she said, as though he was completely missing something quite obvious.

It wasn't obvious, but he was definitely missing something. He gave her a Sullen Glare That Drives Away All Nut Cases With Bright Blue Hair Wearing Much Out-of-Style Denim.

"The steak is GOOD this time of year," she said, starting to seem exasperated.

Amon pushed her aside and stalked up the sidewalk to his apartment, where he locked himself in. He watched from his window and she paced agitatedly about for a while, and then wandered away.

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Ha. I hath done away with Mr. Llama. I got bored with him. But he has served his purpose. Oh, Ais, notice I included the line about the magnolias. It was my inspiration for the new nuisance. I couldn't remember the other line, or I would have put that one in there too. Anyway.

May all your turkeys have second cousins in the limousine business named "Ron",

--Hyde

Ais: I apologize for the updating delay, first I had internet trouble, then the site was read-only, then there was Thanksgiving...I have very interesting relatives, mind you... Well, at least I got it up, you know. :D