((Author note: I was planning to write this chapter immediately after posting the previous chapter, as soon as I got some reviews into my system. (Not that I eat your reviews, or anything.) But, alas, there were no reviews for the last chapter. Silver Meteor, mrs. shigwa. cobain, Lucifina…WHERE ARE YOU GUYS?))

((This chapter is not very long. I tried. I am sorry.))

((Disclaimer: I do not own Trix, its rabbit, Chinese food, Gushers, Tex-Mex, or stink bombs.))

Chapter Seventeen: I'm So Blue, I Don't Know What to Do

Randolph sat in his kitchen, eating leftover Chinese food.

Randolph hated leftover Chinese food.

It was not so much that he hated Chinese food itself—although the fact that it was leftover made it somewhat unappealing—but the fact that the food contained absolutely no fruit. None whatsoever.

So, you can see that Randolph was less than pleased with his meal.

After the…incident in the shopping mall, the fruit members of the produce section, primarily the tomatoes, brought up Randolph on charges of harassment and malicious intent. The case went all the way to the Supreme Court. In a stunning and emotional case, persuaded by one very blue blueberry, the judges ruled in the fruit's favor, and made Randolph pay the fruit as a whole a sum of $624. What the fruit did with the money is still a mystery today.

It seemed that this was not enough. The case was publicized more than a certain pop singer's trial, so Randolph was firstly humiliated and secondly hungry. Every supermarket in America banned Randolph from their stores for a period of six months. Randolph spent this time searching for gas stations that acted like supermarkets—those gas stations that sell laundry detergent, toilet paper, and other such items that leave other customers wondering about a gas station that sold a packet of paper towels for the unreasonable price of $15. Anyway…after this time, Randolph could go into their stores, but not within 100 feet of the fruit section. Sometimes, the supermarket forgot what time it was, so they would not let him in anyway, leaving Randolph to his fruitless leftover takeout Chinese food.

Randolph threw away the cold remains of his dinner. He set about cleaning the kitchen, leaving himself to his thoughts.

How Randolph yearned for the finer things in life…pineapple pizza…Gushers…fruity cereal. If only some magical person, a deus ex machina, per se, would come and save him from his misery.

Randolph cleared his throat. "If only someone," he yelled, "would come save me from my misery!"

"I can save you from your misery," called his neighbor Dex. "You know what rhymes with Dex?"

Randolph's mouth opened in horror.

"TEX-MEX!" yelled Dex. "Why, what were you thinking?"

"Uh…um…" Randolph stuttered. "Um...er…Lex?"

"Well, that rhymes with Dex, I guess," Dex concluded through the wall. Meaning he was on the other side of the wall, not coming through it.

"So…er…" said Randolph. "Er…why Tex-Mex?"

"I dunno…always makes me feel better," Dex said. "Except for later in the day, you know…you know?"

"Oh…it that what that smell is?"

"No! I work in a stink bomb factory!" shouted Dex. He was rather insecure about it. "Silly rabbit," he murmured.

Randolph was left feeling strange. And not because of Tex-Mex.

"Can anyone else save me from my misery?" he called.

There was a knock at the door. Randolph opened it, and gasped.

"Hello, Randolph," said the last person Randolph would ever expect to see, but who everyone in the audience knew would come back sooner or later, it was just a matter of time for the lazy author to bring the character back in the story to finally make sense of the entire story.

"Hello, Randolph," the character repeated, just for dramatic effect, and also to end the chapter in a nice, short sentence, instead of the long paragraph that followed the character's opening line.

"Hello, Randolph," the character repeated again, because the author realized that in explaining and dissecting every little sentence, the story was just becoming more monotonous.

"Hello, Ran-"

"I FREAKIN' HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME!"

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