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Beware of Lipton!

Rune came back to his room puzzled. For some reason, Thatz had shoved a pretty gift basket into his hands and then ran off screaming that Rune was gonna kill him.

I think he needs to see a therapist...Rune sweatdropped. All he did was threaten Thatz, he wasn't going to kill him or anything. Or was he? Rune left the question unanswered, as he placed the basket on his desk.

Where'd he get this gift basket anyway? Rune thought. It was filled with teas, nothing that Thatz really liked. Maybe if the basket was filled with cakes, but not tea. "Well, it's a good thing that I like tea." Rune said outloud. He chose a packet of Lipton, boiled water and waited for the goodness of Lipton to seep into the liquid.

After waiting, he lifted the cup to his mouth. Now this is what I call-

"Relaxing."

Rune slammed the cup back down. Drops of hot tea flew onto his hand. "Hot!" Rune hissed. He lifted his eyes to see a bemused copy of himself drinking tea. The only difference was that the copy wasn't soothing a burned hand. Rune summoned his dragon sword and pointed it at the copy.

"Rath, if that's you under all my blonde hair, I will personally grant your wishes of suicide." Rune said. The copy sweatdropped.

"Calm down Rune! It's me! Your conscience!"

Silence prevailed.

"Rath. That was just bad"

"Rune! I am not that suicidal maniac! I'm your conscience! I'm you!" The copy blurted. Rune took no heed. "WATER DRAG-"

"FOR GOODNESS SAKES I AM YOUR CONSCIENCE! I AM NOT RATH THE DEAD! NOW SIT YOUR (beep) DOWN AND LISTEN!"

Rune sat his (beep) down and listened. Conscience sighed and took a hearty gulp of the tea. "Now Rune, I am your conscience. I have lived inside your head for quite a time. The reason why I'm out is! (Here Conscience strikes a pose) is because I'm against PWNLC!"

Rune blinked. "PWNLC?"

"People Who Never Listen to Consciences!" The copy suddenly wore a sailor suit and did the Sailor Moon gesture. "And that means you!" Rune jumped. "NO! NONONO! ANYTHING BUT THE SUIT! DO DRESSES, BUNNY COSTUMES, COATS, 16TH CENTURY GOWNS! BUT NOT THE SUIT!"

Conscience did a Rune-like evil giggle. "That's what you get for not listening to me!"

Rune fell onto the floor, writhing in pain. "The...torture.." He groaned. Conscience started laughing. "HAHAHAHAHA!"

Here the author gets a hold of herself and fixes the fanfic.

Rune got up and glared at Conscience. "Okay, enough with the unpleasant-to-the-eye scenes. Just tell me off already!"

Conscience changed back to normal clothing. "Alright. Anyway...Rune! You have never listened to me from the beginning! Whenever I tell you to appease Rasealene with her dressing up sessions, you do exactly the opposite! You scream like a big baby and run away! Disgraceful, disgusting behavior for a dragon knight your position. I'm ashamed to be in such a mind! Why I should-"

"Yeah..um, Conscience? Can you get this over with? I'm not feeling fine and dandy right now, and I'd really appreciate it if you cut to the chase." Rune said, he had already drunk all of his tea. Conscience looked as if it was on a rampage, but then the FBI stopped him.

"Did you have to interruppt? I was getting into it!" Conscience complained. Rune gave him a weird look. "Are you really my conscience? You act nothing like me!" Conscience grinned. "Exactly!" It proclaimed. Rune looked confused. "I won't explain it to you. It takes too much time." Conscience waved it's hand and looked at Rune.

Rune just looked back.

There was a few minutes of looking.

"Can you stop? This is annoying." Rune finally said. Conscience grinned. "Agreed."

"Looks like my time is up!" Conscience stood up and placed the mug on the table. Rune looked very relieved. "For the time being anyway." Rune looked crestfallen again. "If you don't listen to me next time, believe me, I'll do more that just rant." Conscience thoughtfully fingered a golden lock.

"Oh and while you're at it..."

"Yes?" Rune tensed.

"Cut your hair."

That was the last straw. If Rune only had one thing he was passionate about, it's hair. He jabbed a finger at Conscience. "LIKE (beep) I WILL!" He screamed. "It's disgusting and girly!" Conscience jabbed a finger in return. "SO? It's what makes me unique!" Rune protested.

"Your uniqueness is that you're the only guy that looks good in a dress!" Conscience protested back. "No it's not!"

"Yes it is!"

"No it's NOT!"

"Yes it IS!"

"GET BACK INTO MY MIND ALREADY!" Rune shouted. Conscience gave him a look. "You really want that?" He asked.

Rune nodded vigorously.

Conscience shrugged. "Fine then, but don't blame me." And before Rune could ask Conscience about that statement, Conscience disappeared in a puff of smoke. Rune gave a thorough search around the room (just to make sure if Conscience really did go) and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

CUT IT.

Rune's vein pulsed with anger. "NO!"

YES!

"NO!"

YES!

"NO!"

YES!

"NO!"

And it continued for the whole day.