Heh... I thought I'd try a shot at a humor fic. I mean, I'm really horrible at writing humor... but I'm really funny! You can ask any of my friends, every chance I get I'm doing something funny and making everyone laugh. It sucks that I can't put my humorous genius into words.

Until now.

I decided that I would write something humorous, based off of some comics I drew with a made-up character of mine and her brothers. -sigh- now, enough about how I came to create this story, you probably don't care... -.-U ... -pushes Jou forward- read it.

Jou: Disclaimer - Melony Mutou2 -snick- does not own Yu-Gi-Oh, but she does own the basic idea of this fic and all of its inside jokes. Oh, she owns a bunch of cards and over four hundred... WHAT!

-twitch- finish reading it...

Jou: ... four hundred pictures of me on her computer o.o ... I am scarred...

On with the stupid fic!

Story One: ZIM

Idea written by: Melony

Original comic drawn by: Melony

Person who thinks this whole thing is stupid and shouldn't be written here: Jounouchi

Person who thinks Jounouchi is a bastard for typing that on the fic: Melony

He sat in the lounge, a pocky stick hanging from his mouth. Sprawled over the couch, his legs hung off the back and his arms off to the side as he stared with his chocolate eyes at the TV, upside-down. A coffee table sat in front of him that was neatly decorated with a nice green plant and a chess board; it was also soiled by the old candy wrappers and pizza boxes that lay around everywhere, and the rancid smell of old cheese.

His blonde hair was hanging and oily, it was apparent that he hadn't taken a shower. Not that he smelled bad. He just looked dirty. His chin was covered with a five o' clock shadow.

Regardless of his current position and need of a grooming, he stared directly at the TV screen, not wanting to turn it off, not even for a moment. Yet, he wasn't watching anything interesting. It was a program about soap.

He brought his lifeless arm back to life and picked it up, turning the channel down to cartoons. A cartoon about a talking dog and the sitter who watched him, and how he was the only one who knew the dog could talk, and they were best friends. You might know this show, Corniel and Bernie. It flipped to commercial. The blonde sighed boredly.

Then, a curious commercial came up. This caught Jou's interest, and he focused on it. It was that little green alien, Zim, from Invader Zim, that hilarious show that he found Mokuba was very fascinated with. Zim was dressed in a santa costume, and a little song came on and played. Jou immediately fell in love. He rolled off the couch, he was starting to laugh so hard.

Seto walked into the room. He put a hand over his nose and then rolled his arrogant icy eyes and walked over, turning off the TV set. "Jounouchi, get off your lazy ass and clean the lounge!" he ordered. The blonde blinked for a couple of moments at the crystal blue eyes that were staring death at him.

Jou silently climbed to his feet and then walked over and stood in front of Seto. No emotion covered the blonde's face. This made Seto's glare go away and he blinked, a confused expression covering his face. "BOW DOWN!" Jou suddenly started, "BOW DOWN! BEFORE THE POWER OF SANTA! OR BE CRUSHED! BE CRUSHED! BY HIS JOLLY BOOTS OF DOOM!"

The brunette got an embarrassed, yet 'you are insane' look on his face. "I don't know how I put up with you..." Seto shook his head, bringing his palm flat against his forehead.

Jounouchi grinned.