I was running for dear life when I saw Wedge screaming through the aisles. I've never seen a man look so. terrified before. It was kind of funny.

"AHHHHHHH!!!!!! RABID FANGIRLS!!!!!!!!!!!" He yelled. I looked behind him to see a herd (literally now, a herd) of yup, you guessed it, rabid fan girls. Not just any rabid fan girls, Rabid Fan girls with "I Love Wedge" shirts and "Marry Me" signs.

"Wow.. They work pretty fast. We've only been here like, what? Half an hour?" I mused as Wedge and I ran side-by side.

"Just out of curiosity, what are you running from?"

"My ex-boyfriend whom I thought I smashed his face in. But I guess he got it fixed, dammit." I answered, now running through the shoe department.

" *Puff* *Wheeze* Why. are. they. even. here?!" Wedge asked while running. Ahead, we saw Tycho and Corran facing similar problems.

"It probably has something to do with that." I said, pointed up at the huge signs everywhere that read, "Rouge and Wraith Appreciation Club Meeting Today!"

The pilots stopped for a second and looked the hundreds of signs over. It might have only been a second, but it was enough for the rabid fan girls to take over.

I was just about to help them when I saw Pete heading towards me; I turned the other direction, only to run into. Dun dun DUN!!!!

My English Teacher.

"Aw bloody hell!" I muttered.

"What was that Jackie?"

"Uh. Nothing ma'am." I said nervously.

"Well, would you look at that?" She said, pointing at the sea of rabid fan girls, shaking her head. "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Young people today are so childish."

"That might be why they are called young.. Ms. Lewis." I informed her.

"Well, that may be true. But I am sooooooooooo glad that YOU would NEVER part take in anything like running around in a public place like a chicken with her head chopped of."

"Of course not. I would never!" Just then, I saw Pete coming towards me with a rope. I gulped. "Sorry, Ms. Lewis, but I gotta rocket!"

With that, I ran the other way, screaming like well, a chicken with her head cut off.

"JACKIE! THAT IS INAPPROPRIATE BEHAVIOR!!! OME HERE SO I CAN GIVE YOU EVEN MORE HOMEWORK!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"NEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed, looking back to see a perverted asshole with a rope, and a reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally old lady who looks like the Weakest Link Lady chasing me.

"Aw. Shit." I quickly saw a conventely unlocked partially hidden door. I ran towards it and my pursuers luckily didn't see the conventely unlocked partially hidden door. Instead, they ran forwards, chasing nothing. Why? The world will never know.





Meanwhile, Vegesa was bored. She yawned. "Jeez, where is chaos and havoc when you need it, eh?"

She wandered around, long since filling her cart full of sugar boxes and candy of all sorts. Not to mention a lotta chips and snack foods. Now she was bored. Her Mayhem sensors were going off so she knew SOMEWHERE people were having fun. ::sigh:: Oh to be among the lucky few.

"Can I help you?"

"AHHHHHHHHH! Jeez, you gave me a heart attack!" Vegesa said, looking up at the Assistant.

The assistant merely blinked and asked again. "Are you lost little girl?"

"Don't call me a little girl!" Vegesa stood up and kicked the Claire clone in the shin.

"Ow, you'll pay for that wench!"

"Eh?" Vegesa stepped back, a little surprised at the fact that she was cussed out by a Wal-Mart Lady.

The deadly Claire!Clone then stood up and smiled like nothing happened. "No no. I didn't say anything. That massive head piece must affect your hearing."

"I'm not wearing a massive head piece."

"Yes you are, its invisible."

"You're scaring me and that's not a compliment."

The Claire!Clone then, with SUPER HUMAN SPEED knocked Vegesa unconscious and ran off to another conviently unlocked partially hidden door. There seem to be a lot of those at Wal-Mart, eh?

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OK! THAS THE END OF MY FIC!

Jam: YOU MEAN CHAPTER BAKA!

Wes: ::twap::

No.. I was trying to make everyone go O.O

Jam: :::rubs head:: It didn't work, dammit.

Wes: Oh shut up you stupid muse.

Jam: You say muse as if it were a bad thing, however you fail to realize that a muse is what I am and also that you are a muse as well.

O.o

Wes: ::shoots him with a blaster::

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Wes the gun-tooting muse: Now review or I'll sic my blaster on you!

Now now, no threatening the reviewers. That's MY job.

Wes: Sorry ma'am.

Gun-tooting you is cooooooooooooooooooooooooool.

Wes: ^________________^