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Husband Super Store
Five floors of men

Recently a "Husband Super Store" opened where women could go to choose a husband from among many men. It was laid out over five floors, with the men increasing in positive attributes as you ascended. The only rule was, once you opened the door to any floor, you HAD to choose a man from that floor; if you went up a floor, you couldn't go back down except to leave the place, never to return. A couple of girlfriends went to the shopping centre to find some husbands.

First floor
The door had a sign saying, "These men have jobs and love kids." The women read the sign and said, "Well, that's better than not having a job or not loving kids, but I wonder what's further up?" So up they went.

Second floor

The sign read, "These men have high paying jobs, love kids, and are extremely good looking."

"Hmmm," said the ladies, "But, I wonder what's further up?"

Third floor

This sign read, "These men have high paying jobs, are extremely good looking, love kids and help with the housework."

"Wow," said the women, "Very tempting." But there was another floor, so further up they went."

.Fourth floor

This door had a sign saying "These men have high paying jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking, help with the housework and have a strong romantic streak". "Oh, mercy me," they cried, "Just think what must be awaiting us further on!" So up to the fifth floor they went.

Fifth floor

The sign on that door said, "This floor is empty and exists only to prove that women are fking impossible to please. The exit is to your left, we hope you fall down the stairs."

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REWIND: Oh man!" he continued to laugh. "Thats too bad for you!" more laughter. "Well your golden years are over she wants you to settle down and get the grandchildren rolling in! Man, I would go with you but I enjoy fooling around thanks."

"Funny you should mention that." Syaoran said his turn to smirk.

"Ah say what?" Eriol said taking his feet off of the railing.

"Your mom called mine saying she wanted you to register too. It was all her idea actually." he replied smugly his mood lightened by the fact that his cousins once smug face was now contorted into one of pure horror.

"What!" was all that echoed throught the street causing a few birds to fly and even some car alarms to be set off

To say that Syaoran and Eriol were mad would be the understatement of the year. They were freakin' pissed! Cheesed! Ready to blow a gasget! Whatever you wanna say, but they were M-A-D. Eriol wanted to go to his mom's and kindly, and sweetly ask for her to CHANGE HER DAMN INSANE MIND! But of course if he did such things than she would make sure that he lived the rest of his life as a cripple on a farm with chickens pecking at him...Sad indeed. So Syaoran being the great friend and cousin that he was, held him back saving him from a fast funeral...But he had to admit the whole cripple-farm-chicken thing seemed funny and almost worth it. That was until he remembered his ass was on the line too, exscuse my French. So both young men decided to sleep on it, and cool down or else their mothers would take care of that...Man who would of thought that two grown men were afraid of their mothers?

So it was the next morning and both got ready extra carefully, putting on nice clothes such as a dress shirt over their undershirts but leaving it open...Thats it...Nothing else. You see girls we're dealing with men here, this is their idea of dressing up, jeans, running shoes, undershirt and a dress shirt thrown over top. Giving eachother the nod of approval they left and headed to their mothers house which was only fifeteen minutes away, and for some reason that seemed really short all of a sudden. Eriol glanced at the house with the neat little yard, and the pretty flowers, and the white porch with the two rocking chairs, and awww, the cute little kitten on the lawn and ooohhhh the birds chirping in the trees, that is, until one flew over the car and did it's buisness. Pursing his lips together Eriol folded the speech that he and Syaoran had put together to convince their mothers that they were too young to marry and wanted to have fun...mainly with girls...that were single...and liked to have fun too...their kind of fun...except not in those words...

Reluctantly leaving the safety of their car, they got out, walked up the short driveway and rang the doorbell. They stood there for a few moments glancing around before hearing someone fumble with the door on the other side.

"Syaorannnnnnnnn! Eriollllllllllllll!" an elderly women said opening her arms and wrapping it around both men who were extremely taller than her.
"Hi mom"
"Hey aunt Yelan." the both mumbled looking at eachother akwardly...Then again this always happened when one or both visited but it was just...weird. Soon after another women appeared identical to Yelan and did the same gesture.
"Eriollllllllllllllllll!Syaorannnnnn!Boys!" she said embracing both as well in the same fashion her sister had.
"Hi mom."
"Hi, aunt Naley." they muttered once again. They were then dragged in and dragged down the halls each by their own mother and practically thrown onto a nasty frilly, flowery sofa.

Both women sat down on the couch opposite them smiling identical smiles and gazing at their sons as if this was the best moment of their lives. Ahh, how sad it was. Syaoran and Eriol occupied themselves by fidgeting with the lacy doileys that were placed on every available surface avoiding their mothers eyes. You see the thing with their mothers was, well they were twins. So instead of getting one cooky old lady on your ass you got two...Who were the same in everyway except the fact that Eriol's mother wore glasses. Syaoran rubbed the back of his neck, then moved it into his hair while Eriol patted his lap in an odd rythem feeling weird that their mothers were still smiling at them...In that way...Still...Without any strain.

"So boys. Why you here?" Eriol's mother said adjusting her glasses and continung to smile. But he was interrupted.

"Probably so excited about their upcoming marriages and future wives." Yelan finished for her adding her own smile.

"Yeah, about that" Syaoran began but was interrupted when his aunt Naley shoved a tin can in front of him filled with cookies.

"Sugar cookie?" she asked while he glanced around.

"Uh no thanks aunt Nal-," but was stopped when she placed one in his open mouth. Eriol snickered but soon a cookie was found in his own hands.

"But yes what were you saying?" Yelan questioned filled with happiness knowing that her son and nephew were going to get married have kids, then more kids, and then some more, and then more until the family was so large that she couldn't remember all their names that she would have to call them Syaoran and Eriol Juniors. Of course for the girls she had a plan, she'd call them Syaoranette and Eriola junior. See? Problem sovled.

"Uh, about this marriage thing." Eriol started suddenly blanking on the speech he had gotten all ready. "Uh, mother, aunt Yelan...we don't want to get married...yet. We still wanna have fun.." he said while Syaoran smacked his forehead, thats it they were done, it was over, they could write one his tombstone that he died because of his cousin who was a as smart as a doorknob. There was a moment of silence and it was causing them to be nervous. The clock ticking, the many porcealin cat figurines, the doileys, fake flowers...until...

"WHAT!" both women screamed causing both men to scramble for the door only to be knocked down by their canes and walkers.

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Sakura was behind her register at Happy Mart ringing this womens order as the day wore on painfully slow. Tomoyo was behind her doing the same and trying to ignore the screaming kid her customer had with some stickers. Of course they were thrown out of her hands as the kid screamed louder and Tomoyo was left with her eyes wide and mouth closed. If someone shot her now, they would be doing her a favor. So Sakura continued on ringing the items through while Tomoyo struggled with her customer until, as fate would have it her manager walked over saying their shift was over after this customer. Luckily Sakura had just rang up her order and was collecting the money which meant she didn't have to serve the other customers since someone else would take her place. She smiled her first genuine smile since well, she was out of this hell hole.

She turned around to meet Tomoyo who was also smiling and asked if she was ready to go. Sakura nodded only too happy, and walked out the door with her friend. Sakura was almost jumping for joy when she reached outside and felt the sun on her face, even though it was going to start setting in a bit she was still glad to see it. She left her red and black work shirt undone exposing her white undershirt and heck she didn't care. Tomoyo did the same except hers was navy and it said; Save a horse, ride a cowboy. Quite funny actually. Ahh everything seemed so beautiful suddenly when she stepped out of the store. She couldn't wait to get home and greet her beautiful father and brother, she may even give him a hug.

"Sakura ready to go to the Husband Superstore?" Tomoyo asked.
'Crap.' Everything just got realy ugly, and she didn't feel like hugging her brother anymore. "What! Now! How can you say that! Why!" she shrieked ready to throw herself at her friend and shake some sense into her.
"Because, your going to be a loner if you don't get going! For God's sake Sakura we're almost twenty-two and working in a grocery store earning a dollar more than sixteen year olds." ( I have nothing against people who work there and are older! I worked in a grocery store too and i no its a hard job...worst of my life actually and i've already had liek 4.. :D)
"Maybe I like working here." she said while Tomoyo gave her a look that said 'Like hell you do.' Well, it was worth a shot.
"Sakura it can't really be that bad, besides I took the liberty of getting the credit cards! Theres only a certain type that works there/"
"Which is?" Sakura asked getting into their beat up old car that was rusting and looked like it belonged to the early 80's.
"Well, it's sorta passed down. Sometimes theres alaready a few points on there which helps. You need a certain amount of them to buy a guy from a certain floor. Get it?" Tomoyo prodded doing up her seat belt and starting the engine.
"Yeah but uh, did you like research this or something? Cause you know a lot for someone who's never been there. Either that or you were born a nerd."
"And what if I did. At least I'm educated in the area of husband shopping.
"Tomoyo, you only get to shop for one once in your life, whats the point." Sakura asked as they sped down the streets.
"Whatever Sakura, I went to get your moms card from your dad and your mom left you a letter." this got Sakura's attention her mother had died when she was ten. "It's in the glove compartment."

Sakura fished through the compartment and tried to close it when she found an yellowed envelope. When she shut it, it sprung back open. She shut it again with more force this time and it shot open again. After a few more tries it insisted upon staying open so Sakura glared at it for a bit before returning to her mothers letter. She carefully pulled the seal off trying to catch if there was any smell in it of her mothers but she only caught dust and oldness. Inside there was a light purple piece of paper which was just like her mother had been, always differnt and always trying to add a personal touch to make everything all the more beautiful. It read;

Dear Sakura, my baby, my love, my joy.

I can't wait for the day I hand this letter to you because it will be the day you begin to plan your future. I can't wait when you bring him home and we begin to plan our your wedding and start thinking about children ( I wan't as many as possible, and I hope they have your eyes.) I know that you are only four but time will fly and you will one day be a women. I did pick your father when I was eighteen ( I told him I was nineteen) but I don't think I made the wrong choice. But now to the matter at hand since we will have all the time in the world to discuss your future.

In my card I didn't have many points or credits if you will, so the highest I could go was the third floor. I wanted my future daughter to be able to have more of a choice than I did. So I only picked from the second. Over the years you will have earned more, so if I'm right, and I'm hoping that I am, you will have enough for the fourth floor. DO NOT head up to the fifth floor to pick someone no matter how tempted you are, you will be sorely dissapointed, so I urge you not to pick from there. I think that when I read this letter again when your older and I much older still, I will laugh at how I was.

Again I cannot wait to meet the future person that will give you the happiness your father has given me. Choose well, and take care, right now you and your brother are yelling at one another so I must end this soon. I hope that when your older it will have changed. And if not then our family will never be bored.

Loving you will all my heart and soul. Mom.

The letter ended there. Sakura could feel tears prickling her eyes but she refused to let them fall and ruin this beautiful letter, one of the last things she had of her mother. Inside there was a simple white, plastic card with a bar code and her mothers signature. And further inside the envelope a dried, pressed flower her mother put inside. Her mother had left this behind for her, even before she even knew if she was going to have a daughter or not, she had left it behind. Tomoyo looked over to her friend who looked tired, drained, worn, not exactly dolled up with her loose ponytail on her head with whisps of hair failling in her face. Looking closer still she saw she looked upset.

"Kura you okay?" she asked quietly glancing at her friend. She saw her friend hurriedly wipe away tears she had not seen fallen and reply with a surprisngly strong voice.
"I'm fine. Hey did it mention what was on each floor?" she changed the subject thinking about what her mother had said.
"No, actually it didn't, why?"
"We can't go to the fifth floor." she stated putting her sunglasses on as the sun blinded her.
"How come?" Tomoyo asked also putting her own on.
"Dunno, guess we'll see when we get there."

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Syaoran and Eriol of course could not persaude their mothers into changing their mind and wanted to have dinners that night with each girls families. They had decided that the time where there was least chance of being picked was near closing, so when it was nearing dinner time they headed off, making sure to go two or three under the speed limit and arrived when the sky was turning orange. They large building loomed before them and as both men exited the car they could already see the billbaords surrounding them with smiling-too-much-blonde-women who were advertising vacums and blenders. It was like housewife land...

As they pushed through the doors and a women instantly greeted them with a serious expression putting her hand out. 'Cards?' was all she said and both brought out identical plastic white cards and handed it over where she went to the desk, activating them and identifying which level they would go to. She typed a few things into the computer and it showed their names and personal information.

"Ah!" she said smiling suddenly as she read it over surprising the guys with this sudden exclamation. "Level Four! Mister Hiiragizawa, just step into the elevator and hand this sheet to the women waiting." and with that she took out a sheet with crap they couldn't understand." Sir." she had turned to Syaoran ."Card please." she took the card, scanning it as well doing all that mumbo jumbo she did for Eriol when she smiled again. "Well Mister Li, up to Level Four, go to the elevator and hand this to the women." same speech and it sounded as if she had said it all day long. Then again she probably did.

So Syaoran headed to the elevator where Eriol had left open waiting for his friend. When he saw him enter he removed his foot from the door and looked at the buttons. 'There's only four." he said as Syaoran shurgged pressing the button. There was silence as both men listened to the tacky music they usually play in elevators and watched expectantly. How the hell this all worked was beyond them. They didn't even know what was in those cards but whatever it was got them up here. Now if that was bad or good was the question. All they knew was to head to Level Four, meet another one of those zombie store ladies with too much hairspray and lipstick and a smile that was way too stretched. As they both stepped out they saw a whole bunch of pretty boys standing on a small platform that was about a foot off the ground and was big enough to fit about a chair...Okayyyy this was weird.They looked like display dolls, modeling clothes and ish, and well...It was scary...Was THIS the realay world? Oo!

A women strode over to them wearing the uniform and a smile. She put out her hand expectantly and recieved their papers reading them over before smiling again. What the hell was with all these people smiling? They were about to be put out like puppies and then people would just randomly pick them and they'd have to live the rest of their lives with them! That my friends, was not fair...Well to the guys anyway. Both men looked at eachother, not amused at all and wishing they were somewhere else. A party, monster truck ralley, watching the football game, help their mothers make doileys, anything but here. This freakin place held their future and fates. God help them. The women who they learned was named Betty ushered them over, walking past a lot of guys ranging in differnt ages and looks, some looked bored, others happy and others well, pissed like them. There was a few platforms that were empty and she led them to two near the middle.

"There you are boys. We let women in every hour so while we fix things up. We're having our last group in before closing so please, enjoy yourselves and good luck." she said still smiling and forming words somehow. Eriol stood on the platform shoving his hands into the pockets and glaring around. They should of worn like dirty clothes, not bathe in a while, you know draw them away. Then again what if a girl lived like that? Actually enjoyed the dirt and they were picked and then they had to live with them or the rest of their lives and there was no escaping adn then they would be miserable and live like hillbillies! Phew, thank God for clean clothes.
"We really have to stand here?" an intercom went on and a perky, happy womens voice flowed through
'Last group of the day is now entering." and with that simple warning...Nothing happened.
"Personally I don' t give a shit. No matter how good looking, how rich, how famous she is, I'm gunna give her hell. Make her pull out her pretty little hairs, after they turn gray of course, and then relax as she goes crazy." he said sitting down heavily and rubbing his face tiredly, why couldn't it all just go away? Fly off into Dissapearing land where you'll find those socks you lost in the washer and your remote.
"What if she's hot and has a rack like Pamela Anderson?"Eriol question a thoughtful, yet cocky smirk on his face. Syaoran grinned an identical one and looked over to his friend.
"Then my friend, I'd think about it."

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About ten minutes later they arrived at a fairly large looking building which had a good amount of cars parked in the parking lot. Damn. All them hot boys must've been picked and gone. Of course Sakura was not about to share this information with Tomoyo since she would turn around and rub it in her face, but heck this was her future husband we're talking about, he had to be something good, or else there'd be hell to pay. They walked to the front doors just as two other girls were entering and saw them line up in front of a desk in front of some secretary chick. What the hell? Was this a store or a dentist office? The two girls in front handed them cards and Sakura heard something about Level Two and Level Three and something about papers and women. Okay then, time to leave.

Just as Sakura turned to leave Tomoyo caught her by the back of her shirt and pulled her back."Nu uh hunny we're here and we're going. I did not spend the last month day dreaming about some sexy guy who I could have to spoil me rotten, carry my shopping bags for me and watch soap opera's with me." Sakura just stared wide eyed at her friend.
"You planned this for a month! And you only tell me about it two days ago!" she screeched.
"Hey at least I told you, I could of brought you here without any wanring."
"True..."

They reached the front desk where the lady was seated with a large smile plastered on her face. "Card." she asked Tomoyo who handed it over with a cheeky grin, if you looked close enough Sakura swore she could see stars dancing around in them. The womens face was blank as she typed things into her computer before she smiled printing something out.
"Level Five! Good for you! I suggest you start out from Level One and work your way up. Here's our brochure with the rules and guidelines, I also suggest you read those over." she gave Tomoyo the brightly coloured panflet. "Up the escalator to Level One. Enjoy." and with that she smiled as she turned to Sakura.
"Let me guess...My card?" she said with fake sweetness which caused the lady to erupt in smiles. Was this women on steroids?

The women took her card and scanned it as well, doing all that mumbo jumbo she did with the other 5704359874063 of girls that came in here today until she strained a smile and looked at her. "Uh, Level Five." she stated as if unable to believe it, then again Sakura was dressed like a bum soo it was a lil fishy. She handed her a brochure as well and Sakura met up with Tomoyo who was waiting for her, her eyes scanning the paper at top speed Sakura was surprised her eyes didn't pop out.

"All right then! It says that the higher the level the better the guy! And think we can go all the way to the top floor!" she squealed happily running up the escalaotrs and ignoring the large side which said; LEVEL ONE. These men have jobs and love kids. Wowee bring out the fan Sakura was getting hot! Wow they have jobs AND love kids...you'd never find that...Ever...Who the hell were these people trying to kid! They whizzed through men who looked at them as if they had rabies and were crack addicts on the side, but hey, they'd never see them again so who cared anyway? She dragged her up another set of escalators which had another sign over it saying; LEVEL TWO. These men have high paying jobs, love kids, and are extremely good looking. Okay so that was a lil more tempting. Especially the good looking part.

Sakura didn't get a clear look at any of the guys since Tomoyo just had to run so fast, damn her, couldn't she understand Sakura's needed to see sexy-ness on display? Once again Tomoyo dragged her up another set of escalators with another sign above it; LEVEL THREE. These men have high paying jobs, are extremely good looking, love kids and help with the housework. Up again to another level, LEVEL FOUR These men have high paying jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking, help with the housework and have a strong romantic streak.

"Oh my God Sakura! Did you read that! I wonder what on the fifth level! I bet we're going to die of joy!" Probaly men with gold silk togas, waving palm leaves and feeding you grapes...sigh. Tomoyo thought. Then something hit Sakura, when Tomoyo said read. Her mom's letter sprang into her mind. Do not go to the fifth level.
"Tomoyo stop!" she said planting both her feet and catching Tomoyo off guard causing both girls to end up in a heap and crash into a poor man on display.
"What! Why are you wasting time here for! Let's go! Guys equals sexyness which equals se,"
"Tomoyo focus!" Sakura said sharply disentangling herself from her friend. "The letter, it said not to go to Level Five. So we can't go."
"What! Come on Sakura! Its like girl heaven up there who knows what waiting for us." Sakura couldnt hear the rest because she half mumbled it and she only caught the words, Abs, toags, and grapes, or something like that.
"My mom said not to go, so I'm not, theres has to be a reason not to, plus why would my mom lie?" she countered trying not to look at the guy they fell into who was currently giving them dirty looks.

Tomoyo's face went a purly red colour as she was having an inner battle with herself. She tried talking but only spluttered words that made no sense at all. Finally Tomoyo gave in, sagging her shoulders nad haning her head, an evident pout on her face. As Sakura led her away she looked longingly up the fifth escalator imagining what she was missing out on, damn toga wearing men. Sakura noticed that they were the only women on this floor, well they didn't see anyone else, so. that meant they could pick from any of them...Maybe Tomoyo's idea wasn't so bad after all. They walked down the aisles and men stared at them smiling and trying to pose and make it seem like they weren't. Of course Sakura and Tomoyo still were wearing their sunglasses and their hair was messed up and looked like crap, oh, and who could forget their beautiful uniforms which were worn and faded...Lovely. Both girls saw one particular guy and so they read his profile but when the men next to them started whistleing and winking both girls dropped the papers and dashed out of there.

Yeah ok he was ok looking...But he was at least fifty-two. Kinda not what they were going for. So both girls continued heading down the aisles until Tomoyo dashed gleefully away calling over her shoulder that she'd find her after. Alone, tired, and cranky, Sakura turned around to check these guys out. As she was looking at another guys profile someone silently walked behind her and she didn't notice until the person spoke.

"Hi!" the blonde exclaimed causing Sakura to jump slightly and turn around, her arms flying and knocking the guy in the face, or more specifically, his nose.
"Ahhhhh!" Sakura screamed while the guy loudly said 'ow' and 'oh' put together but it was muffled because his hands went to his face. "I'm so sorry!" she said stepping onto the platform trying to see his face and trying to pull his arms down too see.
"It's fine, it's fine." he mumbled his eyes becoming very watery.
"No! It isn't please let me see, I took a first aid course." she said but since they were both leaning on one side of the platform andSakura was slightly jumping the base snapped and sent them both crashing to the floor with a loud shriek.
"Dammit women! I feel sorry for the guy that you pick!" and he picked himself off of her and dashed away still cluthing his face.
"Well, that was ,uh, new." said the store clerk still smiling while Sakura glared at her from the ground.
"That...Was all your fault now that I think about it." she said picking herself off and straightening out her clothes.
"Of course dear whatever you say." she continued perky and smiling. Of course Sakura just stared at her blinking.
"You on drugs?" she asked abruptly and the women's smile fell a bit.
"Uh, no dear, we're not allowed." she smiled brightly once again. "Why do you ask?"
"Oh nothing, nothing at all." she replied with a smile of her own while she continued to stare at the womens mouth and wonder how she had no wrinkles for stretching her face out like that.

The women voluntered to show Sakura around their so-so magnificent facility and show her the 'specials' of the day. She showed her guys who liked fishing, hiking, dancing, ballet, soap operas, singing, buying shoes, painting, sewing, drinking beach coolers and well that sounded dandy and all but they all sounded...well gay. She shook her head at the 5903 man she showed her but the women seemed unfazed as she continued smiling. They saw Tomoyo a few times, with a group of guys she had picked and would narrow it down to one, but the next time they saw her, her group had increased with at least twelve more guys.But Tomoyo, being Tomoyo meerly wavde and smiled a bright smile, obviously excited about the guys that were following her. Sakura on the other hand was tired, and grumpy, and embarresed at her friend so she pushed the sunglasses further up her nose so they wouldn't know what she really looked like. The things she went through.

The women walked her over to a guy who was not standing on his platform but actually laying down on it, his hands behind his hand and seemingly sleeping. Well with him stretched out like that she got a nice good view of his body and well, she so far had no complaints. She smirked to herself and she glanced over the profile card and was startled once again by that damn sales chick.

"Interested are we?" she smiled and batted her eyeslashes somewhat. The smirk slowly slid of her face as she stared at the women, was she a robot?
"Not bad," Sakura started but Tomoyo had found them. and dashed over excited even more...If that was humanly possible.
"Sakura! You found one! And he's so cute!" she told her friend while the lady continued to smile.
"Mph, I dunno, cause, you know, uh yo-Tomoyo! I can't breathe!"
"Sorry Sakura. I'm just so happy, your lucky too because they're going to close in six minutes." Sakura was about to say something back to her oh-so favorite person, when a new voice interrupted her.
"Hey, jackass!" Sakura and Tomoyo turned around thinking that the person was referring to them but they saw a black haired man look down at the other man who was asleep. The guy that Sakura had her eyes on opened his and stared around at everyone.
"What the hell is going on? Eriol?" he said looing over to the guy they were guessing was Eriol.
"I'm one of the lucky few that were picked by miss-whatever her name is." he gestured over to Tomoyo who had a sick smile plastered onto her face.
"You know eachother! Excellent! Mame, we'll take these two," she pointed to Eriol and the unnamed one.
"Excellent!" she exclaimed while searched her pocket for something.
"This is perfect." Tomoyo said turning to the dumbfounded group.
"Whats happening?" the 'other guy' said, he was still nameless.
"We're gunna get married man." Eriol said glumly to his friend who's face turned to one of horror.
"No! Screw that shit! That wasn't supposed to happen!" he yelled standing up making himself very, very tall. Damn, Sakura thought, she definatly did not have the upper hand here.

Im so sorry about the late update but it's exam's this week and i've been stressing sooo much! lol today was my first exam and last night i couldn't sleep, i only slept for 3 hours! i was dead in the morning, but i think i did it okay...only 3 more to go...God help me...Lol updates wi;; probably come sooner since i come home eariler and yeah, lol, hope ya liek it, plz if u have n e ideas or w.e you think wuld be funnie or again w.e in this story jus tell me and i'll see wat i can do. Chiaow, pease!