Pop-Ups Invoke Wrath on Greater Levels than We Thought

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, and I'm proud to say that I don't own any pop-ups either.

D/N: Uhm... Yes... Well, for those of you who have noticed my... ridiculously long hiatus... uh... Sorry? Ehehehe... This should... uh... hopefully stave off the feelings of... more than likely just hatred towards my wonderful, accredited, updating skills and wow there were a lot of long words in that... Anyway, here you go, and my plan - albeit tiny - for updating - although minuscule - is posted - almost invisible - below. You've been warned not to expect a lot.


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"Well, what d'ya think?"

Tristan stared at the computer with a blank face, slowly shaking his head. "I think it kind of defeats the purpose a bit." He said.

Joey snorted. "What're you talkin' 'bout? The purpose was to get rid of pop-ups. I have done that."

"Actually, the purpose was to get rid of pop-ups while keeping your computer in one piece."

"It is in one piece." Joey insisted, pointing at the machinery. "It just... happens to've caved in a bit and started smokin' a little. But it's still in one piece."

Tristan studied the smouldering wreck before him. Joey had certainly done a job on his computer - there was no way a pop-up could ever pop up on the shattered screen again. "I came over here to ask you to do whatever you did to stop the pop-ups on your computer to mine," he told the blond, "But I'm locking that thing up if you're going to bring a bat into it."

Joey looked down at the blunt object thoughtfully. "I don't need a bat. I can break things just as easily with my fists."

"Whatever, dude," Tristan said, making his way to the door.

"Oh, come on!" Joey cried to him. "You gotta gimmie a little credit! I mean, I only had this thing for - like... a week, and I already cured it of pop-ups!"

"Congrats, Joe," Tristan said, "You've succeeded in destroying an expensive piece of property out of frustration sooner than I predicted."

"But I'm the only who doesn't have pop-ups on this thing!" Joey replied. "You should all be worshippin' me an' my genius brain!"

"Good-bye, Joey," Tristan said, slipping neatly out the door.

"Hey," Tristan heard him happily cry, "I got rid of my viruses, too!"

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D/N: Just something a little short and sweet for you all, in, what I hope, is the start to a long apology for the ridiculous delay I've put you all through. (Eriso: Well, it's not like anyone cared enough to suffer.) ... (Eriso: I'm just sayin'...!) Well, don't. Anyway, uhm... I'm not too sure when the next chapters will be up. You know... exams, culminatings, stuff like that this weekend. But at least you all know now that I am, in fact, alive and kicking. I'll get to work A.S.A.P. Hopefully, there'll be something up by Monday, if not a bit sooner.