Oh wow, 17 reviews? You guys make me so happy! goes on glomping spree I'm not feeling too good today, due to the fact that I had my braces tightened and my space key is stuck…but you guys make me feel much better. Thankies. :)

whatevergirl: Why didn't Zack dry off? You inspired me! Now you can read about it at the end of the chapter. Yeah, Sephiroth loves his hair.

ultima821: Thanks gr8ly!

Shigure-chan: I agree. (clutches hair)

Gentle Clouds of Time: Vincent loves you because you love cheese.

KoinuSephiroth: Frankly I can't choose between them. XD Thanks for the review!

xCR1MSON-T3ARSx: Randomness is the greatest inspiration.

Zeraphic Triomis: Don't worry, Vincent likes it up there. Kinda. Woot! I have converted someone to a grape-medicine hater!

Sesshy is sexii: HAHA! Glad you think Sephiroth wears it too. It's obvious, I think. On a side note, Sesshy IS sexii!

Sqiggles: Vincent like American Cheese too, he says. :)

Crud, the space bar keeps getting stuck and sppppaacccing…O.o Ah well, here's the chapter!

"Alright, guys!" Cloud shouted. "I'm going to go pick up Vincent from the hospital now! Anyone wanna come with?"

Aeris walked into the room. "I'll come with you, Cloud. But you've only got a motorcycle. What are we going to bring Vincent home in?"

Cloud and Aeris rode off on Fenrir, trailing behind them a wagon that was going faster then any other wagon had ever gone.

"Lose, lose! I always lose!" Zack pouted at the TV screen. "Pounded by a guy in tights." He chucked the Tales of Symphonia game case backwards, which bounced harmlessly off Yuffie's head.

"Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude! Did you know the pope, like, died?"

"The pope died quite a while ago, Yuffie." Red replied from the easy chair.

"Whaz a pope?" Zack asked.

"It's this guy that wears a dress and this teeny-tiny hat and kisses babies." Yuffie nodded assertively. "But the new pope looks scary. I wouldn't want him kissing my baby."

"You have a baby?"

Yuffie threw the TOS case back at him. " I was being hyper-thetical!"

"Red twitched. "Hypothetical, you mean?"

"Soooooooo….why exactly have you called a house meeting, Sephiroth?" Tifa asked.

"Because I have finally isolated where the problem in this house lies," he responded.

Zack muttered something under his breath. Apparently Red caught it, because he seemed to be having trouble controlling his snickers.

Sephiroth's green eyes glittered daggers at Zack. The glare would have knocked out most normal people, but then again, Zack was an idiot.

"As I was saying, the problem is…we have too many sane people in this house. Now that Cloud, Vincent and Aeris are out of the house, we'll be fine!"

"B-but who's gonna cook for me?" Zack wailed.

"I can cook!" Sephiroth grinned.

"T-that was….the ride of my life." Vincent's eyes were wide as dinner plates.

"We did have a rather close encounter with that petroleum truck." Aeris commented.

Vincent un-stuck himself from the wagon and glared at Cloud. "Can I see your license?"

Cloud, blatantly ignoring Vincent, jangled through his keys, then opened the door.

"Holy…..what's that smell?"

Red ran out the door, his tail on fire. Tifa followed, her face covered in soot. "Welcome back, sane people!" she cried.

After THAT ride, Vincent severely questioned Tifa's statement.

--To be continued!

Ever wondered why Zack dripped all over the carpet last chapter and thus incurred the wrath of Tifa?

"Woot! Surfing is like—uh---hmm…" Zack sat, at loss a word to describe his favorite sport. "AWESOME! Yeah, that's it. AWESOME!"

Zack got the grotesque image of Vincent criticizing his limited vocabulary stuck in his head. As such, he had to shake it viciously too get it out.

"HA! Vincent. He can go to heck and eat his dumb cheese for all I care."

Zack hefted himself off the beach, grabbed his towel, and prepared to go shower off. That's when he spotted the volleyball girls.

Now any sane female knows that men don't think with their brains. Some say they don't have brains to think with. (Though Zack may have an excuse, with all that hair weighing down his head and all.) But if Zack had been thinking, he would have known that he should not leave his towel by itself, as it may be stolen by a monkey in a tutu.

By the time Zack came back, soaked with seawater thrown by angry female athletes, the towel was long gone. He looked for it, but gave up after his two-minute attention span ended. Ah well. He wouldn't have wanted it back after that monkey was done with it anyways.

--Owari

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