Angel: Alright, this is absolutely ridiculous. I always swore to myself that I would never turn into one of those authors that goes for a month without updating her story…
Erik: I do believe it has been two months, Angel.
Angel: Oh, whatever! Anyways, that day has come. I guess a lot of you have probably been wondering, "What's her problem? Is she dead or something?" Well, no, you find me in the best of health. So, my poor excuse for not updating in so long? Two words…
Erik: Writer's block!
Angel: (sob) I never thought this would happen to me!
Erik: There, there…
Angel: So, now I'm turning to you (my loyal readers!) for help. A lot of you have left some good ideas in your reviews and I really appreciate it. I've also contacted some of you personally for help, as I have been struggling with this chapter for some time now (yeah, don't you guys know it?). But I'm still at a loss as to where I'm headed with this chapter, so once again I'm opening the floor for some ideas. It would be most helpful to me if you guys thought of things for your own personal characters to do or say, rather than simple generic stuff. Try to be specific. Be completely random! If you want, you could even write whole paragraphs for me to modify and/or cut and paste. I figure we've all had a hand in writing this fic, anyway. It's not really my story anymore. It's ours! So please help finish our fic. I've really been enjoying this one and in all honesty, I wanna find out what's going to happen! Plus, Erik's been on my case too, right Baby-Cakes?
Erik: What did you just call me?
Angel: Ummm… Right… So anyway, I'm hoping that I'll be able to wind this story down soon. I've just finished a sequel to one of my other fics and I wanna start posting it as soon as this one is done.
Erik: How about those Olympics, eh? Canada lost to the Swiss!
Angel: Uh… Right… Where did that come from?
Erik: Do fish like bacon?
Angel: Erik, what's wrong with you? You're being completely random!
Erik: Is it true that Tim Horton's puts nicotine in their coffee to make it more addictive?
Angel: I'm pretty sure that that one's an urban legend, but–
Erik: How is it that Gerard Butler is still on the verge of superstardom and complete anonymity?
Angel: He is?
Erik: And is his name Gerard? Or is it Gerald? With that Scottish accent it sounds like he's saying "Jared," but then I guess "Gerry" always suffices. And is this a picture of him in a dress?
Angel: That's a kilt, Erik!
Erik: I like the sword he's holding… So big, and shiny, and long, and sharp…
Angel: What is your problem? (pause) Uh-oh… (picks up empty Timmy's Ice Cappuccino cup) Erik! You know what caffeine does to you!
Erik: I know, but my brain just seems to go haywire after I've had some… I guess when you're a genius like me, stimulants make you intellectually hyper… (pause) Do cell phones give you cancer?
Angel: (facepalm) Please help me out on this… Leave a review if you have any ideas at all.
Erik: (singing wildly off-key) When I look around me, I can't believe what I see! It seems as if this country has lost its will to live. The economy is lousy. We barely have an army. But we can still stand proud,'cause Canada's really big! We're the second largest country on this planet Earth! And if Russia keeps on shrinking, then soon we'll be first!
Angel: As long as we keep Quebec…