(A/N: Hey all! Heeeeeere's the next chappie!)

"La! La! La-laaa-la-la!" Shinigami Goumon sang blissfully, doing a little dance in her office chair.

In her infinite mercy, she had decided to send her assistants Touda and Koyori on a much needed vacation to the Makai.

But back to the task at hand!

Prey…

Prey…

Must find the stool some prey-AH-HAA!

Founnnnd youuuuuu!

"Our next contestant isssss…AZMARIA HENDRIC! COME ONNNN DOWN!"

A little girl of about twelve walked carefully down the stairs.

She looked nervous.

And rightfully so.

"Know Your Stars! Know Your Stars! Know Your Stars!"

"Azmaria…she's the Devil's spawn!"

"Wh-WHAT?" Azmaria cried, "I most CERTAINLY am NOT! I'm an APOSTLE! How could I be-!"

"Hey, Rosette…how didja manage to miss that!"

"I…I have know idea…" Rosette mumbled.

"Ya know…I did think it was a little weird all those demons always seemed to know where we were." Chrono mused aloud.

"WHAT?" Azmaria cried, unable to believe what she was hearing, "DON'T TELL ME YOU BELIEVE HER!"

"Do you reeeeeeeeeeeeally expect'm ta believe YOU, Rat Eyes?"

"RAT EYES?" Azmaria shrieked.

"Hey Azmaria? Does this sound familiar? Hail Satan! Woot!"

"I AM NOT DEVILS SPAWN!" Azmaria shrieked, stamping her feet childishly.

"Azmaria…she pals around with the Antichrist Animals from South Park!"

"What part of 'I'm An Apostle' are you not getting?" Azmaria cried.

"Oh Azmaria! The Convent had such high hopes for you! How could you do this to them!"

"Why aren't you listening to me?" The twelve year old cried, "I'M NOT THE DEVIL'S SPAWN! NOT NOW OR EVER!"

"Keep telling yourself that!"

"IT'S TRUE!" Azmaria shrieked.

"Poor kid…delusional!"

"Azmaria…she's tried to break Rosette's watch on more than ten separate occasions!"

"YOU TRIED TO WHAT?" Rosette screamed leaping out of her seat.

"I'll fuckin' KILL YOU, DEMON BITCH!" Chrono snarled, storming down the stairs after Azmaria.

Azmaria screamed and ran from the pair, invoking her Satanic Powers to summon up the Antichrist Animals from South Park, who began fighting alongside the twelve year old, who was now laughing insanely.

"SEE? SEE? TOLDJA SO!"

"Now you know…Azmaria!"

Shinigami Goumon laughed her ass off in the booth as the M.I.W.'s began their special work.

She knew that she would get hate mail from more than one Holy Roller, but she would retaliate in her usual fashion: send a dump truck of demon shit to their home address and dump it on their from porch.

Shinigami had never cared much for religion.

She knew that there was SOMETHING out there…but, at the moment, why worry about?

Goumon had BIGGER fish to fry.

She had already spotted a lecher in monk's clothing groping a demon slayer as she thumped him repeatedly over the head with a king-sized boomerang.

"Our next contestant issss…MIROKU! COME ONNNN DOWN!"

The holy man amble casually down the stairs, groping several women as he went.

He sat down unceremoniously on the stool and waited with a look of indifference on his face as he awaited his roasting.

"Know Your Stars! Know Your Stars! Know Your Stars!"

"Miroku…he thinks that Sango's a skanky whore!"

"Whuh-what?" Miroku stammered, looking for the voice's source, "No I DON'T!"

"That had better be a LIE, MONK!" Sango snarled, rising to her feet, grip on her Hiraikotsu exceedingly tight.

"Oh, but Sango, it's NOT a lie! Don't you know how he lies awake at night, plotting all the ways he could take revenge on you for your loose ways?"

"No I DON'T!" Miroku cried, narrowly avoiding the giant boomerang, "It's ALL a LIE!"

"Surrrrrrrrrrrrre it is…and I'M dating Inuzuka Kiba!"

"Miroku…he's screwing Myouga!"

"WHAAAAAAAAAT?" Miroku shrieked, dodging the Hiraikotsu again, "HOLD-THE-PHONE!"

"The fluh-THE FLEA?" Sango screamed, preparing to strike again, "OF ALL THE PEOPLE YOU FUCK AROUND WITH YOU'RE SCREWING THE FUCKING FLEA?"

"I know. Sick huh? Musta been hard on poor Myouga's ass!"

"NOW YOU WAIT JUST A MINUTE!" Miroku shouted, leaping away from the oversized weapon again as it aimed for his family jewels. "THE SHEER MECHANICS OF THAT ARE-!"

"Hard to think about. We know."

"HOLD ON A MINUTE!" Miroku hollered, the Hiraikotsu grazing his ear.

"Miroku…he's cheating on Myouga with Rin!"

Sesshomaru stood up and strode down the stairs, eyes glowing demonically.

Sango was hot on his heels.

"Wuh-WAIT A MINUTE!" Miroku shrieked as they closed in on him.

"Miroku…he's a BI PEDOPHILE! EWWWW!"

Miroku hopped out off the stool and began to run.

But with a demon and a demon slayer on his heels?

He isn't getting far.

"Now you know…Miroku!"

Shinigami Goumon snickered as she watched Sesshoumaru and Sango, punch, kick, gore and otherwise maim the monk until the timely arrival of the M.I.W.'s sent the two of them (pumped to the gills with tranquilizers) back to their seats.

Miroku was left where he was.

Some random fangirls carried him off.

Shinigami absentmindedly reached for one of her chocolate muffins.

She brought to her lips.

She chomped down on her fingers.

In quite a bit of pain, she looked down in horror to see every last one of her muffins was gone again.

Stolen.

Goumon's eyes scanned the audience, and targeted a likely candidate.

"Our next casualty issss…MINAMINO KURAMA! GETCHER ASS DOWN HERE, RED!"

Startled at the harshness of the usually cheery Disembodied Voice, the green eyed boy walked to the stool and sat down, looking more than slightly confused.

"Know Your Stars! Know Your Stars! Know Your Stars!"

"Kurama…he's a nasty whore who stole my muffins! Give'm back you assmaster!"

"I…I beg your pardon?" Kurama asked politely, clearly startled at being accused.

"Don't think I don't know your rep! GIMME BACK MY MUFFINS OR SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!"

Kurama's eyes widened at the threat.

He'd seen what had happened to people who had incurred The Voice's wrath before.

But he was totally innocent…for once.

"Um, I didn't steal your muffins." Kurama said tentatively.

"LIAR!"

His eyes shot across the audience looking for some plausible scapegoat.

He found one.

"But I know who did." Kurama said calmly, "He did."

He pointed directly at Akimichi Chouji, who was currently downing the last of Shinigami's chocolate muffins.

In her booth, Goumon slammed a thumb down on that poisonous green button again.

Chouji's body wiggled like a Bumble Ball before coming to a stop.

"Alright…now…back to-what I was doing."

"Huh?" Kurama sputtered.

He assumed that by locating The Voice's muffin's he'd be free to go.

He assumed wrong.

"Kurama…is a world renown fox hunter by the name of Remy Bigglesby!"

"Fox hunte-FOX HUNTER?" Kurama cried.

"Ahhhhhh…I betcha just looovve the smell of fresh fox skins in the morning!"

"I most certainly do NOT!" Kurama shouted.

"And that smell of gunpowder? UH! Fantastic!"

"Um-NOOOOOOO!" Kurama cried.

"Not to mention I've heard the meat can be quite tasty!"

"I DARE YOU TO SAY THAT AGAIN!" Kurama roared.

"Kurama…he's been doing a very poor job of hiding the fact he's a girl for the past eighteen years!"

"WHAT?" Kurama yelled, "I'M NOT A GIRL! I'M A BOY! B-O-Y! BOY!"

"So nice to know you can spell, Kurama. Trying to compensate for your poor disguise skills?"

"How many time must I SAY IT!" Kurama shrieked, "I'M-NOT-A-GIRL!"

"Really? You sure are acting like one!"

"You meanie!" Kurama bawled, "I'm tellin' Hiei! Then he'll find you and kick your ass!"

"Sure he will, doll face."

"Now you know…Kurama!"

(A/N: Who's next? R&R!)