Author's Note: Almost to the end of another exciting episode! It makes me want to sing the Doom Song! On second thought, maybe not. Legal crap (doom-dee-doom, doom-dee-doom, doom)This note done in 14 pt. Funstuff (sing the Doom Song!) the chapter in 17 pt. Murphy Script. (Focus, Gir!) Anyways, I seem to have gone insane from watching too much Invader Zim (dee-doo-dee-doo-dee) so I will return you to the story, which has 3 ½ refs, and one mod in this chapter (Doo-Doom Dee-Doo-Doom Dee-Doo-Doom DOO!). Someone help me!

"Let's see here. He's gotta be in this thing somewhere." Naru was poring the phonebook, looking for Mr. Anderson. She grumbled at Maru, who was sitting on the couch, watching TV and eating his burrito. She had kept pestering him about finding this guy, so he had assigned her to do it. 'Why couldn't I have just kept my big mouth shut?' she thought. 'Oh well... at least he helped me pick up my stuff.' She looked at the book again. There were about three pages of Andersons. 'This is such a pain in the- wait!' There it was! Thomas A. Anderson! "Maru! I've found it! 555-0690!" "Great! Write it on the paper with his name!" She wrote it, and moved over to the couch. "You aren't gonna call him now?" Maru was head-banging to the music, his long black hair flying. "Nah... I'll do it later." The music stopped. "Alright people, that was Mystic Spiral!" The VJ shouted over the many cheering teens. The lead guitarist of the band, Trent Lane, grabbed the mic. "But we might change our name." Maru scoffed. "Bah. They've been saying that for years now." Naru just sighed.

"Yes, Mr. Anderson. I was told your were the man I needed. You see, my air conditioner has been busted for some time now, Mr. Anderson. When can you get here? Tomorrow? Alright. Sounds good. If I'm not here, ask my neighbor to let you in. They have a key. Thanks." He hung up and turned to Naru. "Happy?" Naru smiled. "Yes, because I know you. If I hadn't have bugged you, you'd have never gotten around to it." Maru looked innocent. "Who, me? Hey... Wait! Why the hell am I letting YOU nag ME? You're the slave, not me!" Naru stuck her tongue out at Maru, who smiled. "Careful, hon. You keep that tongue a'waggin', and I just might bite it." Naru crossed her arms, looking defiant. "You wouldn't dare!" An impish look crossed Maru's face, and he took a step towards her. She looked startled, and backed up. He took another step, forcing her slowly backwards. They kept this up, until Naru found herself in Maru's room, the elfin man blocking her way out. She feinted left, then tried to get past him, but he easily read her move, and tackled her. She fell backwards, onto the bed, and he followed, pinning her hands and looking devilish. Suddenly they both became very aware of their position, and Naru blushed. "Heh. Been a while since we've done this." Maru winked. "Shut up." Naru blushed harder, and he laughed wickedly. "And get off." At this, Maru grinned even wider. "You know, I could... but I think I'm gonna need your help with that." Naru cocked her head, confused. "What the hell? You can get your own damn self off... What do you need me f- oh." Maru leered, and she shoved him off. He laughed as he fell onto the floor, and Naru grumbled. "Maru no hentai!"1 He kept laughing. "Sometimes, yeah." Naru was about to reply, when there was a knock at the door. She hopped up and rushed to the door, anxious to separate herself from the mischievous elf. Maru sat up and chuckled. "I love messing with her like that." "Maru! It's Shampoo!" Maru stood up. 'Shampoo? What is she doing here?' He made his way to the entryway, and smiled at the amazon. "Hey Shampoo. What's up?" She smiled. "Maru, the committee and I were hoping you would show up at the potluck get-together2 tonight. I know we all loved the Deep Dish Chili Dog Pizza Pot Pie3 you brought to the last one." Maru grimaced. "It's tonight? When?" "Same time as always, Maru. 7 o'clock." And with that, the Chinese beauty left. "What time is it, anyway?" He spotted a clock. It was already 5:20. "Damn! No time! Naru! Be a dear and fetch the ingredients for me. I have to go to the dojo." He ran into the bedroom, grabbed his gi4and belt, and was out the door in a flash.

1 Maru no hentai basically translates as "Maru you pervert."

2 Yes, there are some apartment complexes that do this. I used to live in one. I do hope that everyone knows what a potluck is.

3 Contact me if you want a recipe

4 A gi is of course a martial arts uniform.