(Author ambles into the lair and walks up to a certain, favorite turtle of hers who is meditating in the middle of the dojo)

"Hey, Leo, will you do me a favor?"

(Leo slits an eye open and immediately shuts it)

"Please?"

(Leo grunts an unintelligible response)

"Pretty pleeeeeeease?"

(Leo sighs, opens his eyes and looks up expectantly at the author)

"What is it?"

"Stand up..."

(He rolls his eyes, but obeys)

"Hold this..." (Author hands him a microphone that gives off a short, electric wail) "And face that way.." (She positions Leo in front of herself and hides behind his shell)

"Who're they?" (Leo looks confusedly at the small crowd of people who have magically appeared in the lair)

"Those're readers."

"Readers?"

"Uh-huh. They're the people reading my story" (Author whips a piece of paper out of nowhere and hands it to Leo)

"Umm, now, could you read this to them?"

(Leo skims the paper)

"Why can't you?"

(Author points to the gathering of people) "They might look like a small crowd, but they have some serious angry mob potential."

"What?" (Leo wrinkles his forehead in confusion)

"Never mind. Just read it." ...(She gives him a push and he stumbles a few steps forward. He glances back at her, seemingly annoyed. She smiles sweetly) "Please?"

(Leo rolls his eyes again and clears his throat)

"Ahem- After much thinking, debating and consideration, Aaron Smiley has decided to discontinue her story, Overflow, for the time being. Although she enjoys her writing and receiving your reviews very much, she has decided that the story is on the slow track to nowhere and believes that her time would be better spent attending to the other two hundred some plot bunnies that have invaded her bathroom and are slowly migrating into her closet. After finding that they cannot be flushed down the toilet, she realizes the problem must be dealt with immediately. Aaron also feels she needs to get her head out of the little Mary-Sue bubble she has created for herself. Until further notice the story will remain as is and unfinished on the site. However she does intend to finish it eventually, but not until she has completely rewritten it and made it flow (No pun intended). She apologizes for any inconvenience and thanks you for your time, reviews, and co-operation."...

..."Oh, and whoever owns the red PT Cruiser; you left your lights on."

(Leo puts down the mike. The crowd mumbles incoherently among itself)

"What are they doing?"

(Author shrugs)

"Dunno, but I'm not waiting to find out."

"Wait! You can't just leave them in here! What am I supposed to do?"

"Oh, don't worry, I have a way to get them out."

(She sticks her fingers in her mouth and whistles) "Hey, plot bunnies! Look! Authors!

(Plot bunnies swarm into the lair by the thousands, chasing, now screaming and squealing, fan-fictioners out of the Lair).

"Well, that's that. Thanks."

(Leo nods a 'you're welcome' and settles back down on his mat to resume meditating. Aaron waddles to the exit, dragging a dozen or so plot bunnies who have attached themselves to her sneakers and bottom of her jeans. Before she leaves, she turns around and says)

"You mind doing a disclaimer for me? Thanks! Bye!"

"But-"

(Mike comes clamoring into the room with Raphael)

"Hey, Leo! What's up?"

(Leo tosses Raph the microphone)

"Do a disclaimer; I'm going to my room."

"What?"

(Mike snatches the mike from Raph and booms out)

"Aaron Smiley does not own us; although we have been trying to pawn off Raphie, here..."

"Hey!"

"Just kidding. As I was saying, Aaron does not own the rights to any TMNT character and for that we are thankful. She is not receiving any money for her stories, be they finished or not, and again we are thankful. She does not own the red PT cruiser because she cannot drive and for that we give our undying gratitude! That's all folks!"

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Author's note: Please don't hurt me!

And don't bother reviewing...