Hello!

Well, my recent reviews were a bit of a mixed bag.

As to your comments:

While reading this story I must say, you really suck at writing. A baby could write better than you. Can babies write? I must admit, you have nice grammar, but you suck at writing stories!aww, thanks, I try. And the writing isn't supposed tobeVolitaire... It's supposed to make fun of Momoko.And also, I am a HUGE Wedding Peach fan (I've only read the manga though) pity.and I must say that I HATE YOU so good! Hmmm... you comment on my grammar... It's 'I HATE YOU so much,' O.O;; You shouldn't be posting this crap on the web for everyone to see! It insults others. It also shouldn't be read by little children. First amendment right. And it's rated PG-13, little kiddies aren't encouraged to read this. If I was your parent, I would wish YOU were the one that was never born. You are vile and mean, and you shouldn't be allowed onto this site. Good thing I don't know you then. And who's the one insulting me? It's not as though I don't tell people that I hate Wedding Peach. It's pretty prominantly displayed. Another thing, who opened the Gates of Hell and let you out? My mommy and daddy. Whom ever did, they must regret it terribly. Why don't you get a life, and stop bashing shows. Keh. Lives are overrated, and bashing shows is fun! Write something for your own, something you don't need a disclaimer for. Create your own story, and bash that if you have to! This is fanfiction, you know.I'm supposed to be using other people's stories on this site. If I don't, I get my story taken off the site, and suspended for five days. Well,I must be going now. Farewell!

Heh heh heh. I love flames. They're so much fun to cut apart and laugh at.

Keep on flamin'! Your wonderful flames inspire me to write more of this loverly story!

Ahem. Chapter Three: Death by Poison

Aphrodite sat on her couch, watching her favorite soap opera, when all of a sudden, the Saint Mir-Wa beeped in a most annoying fashion.

"Hello?" she murmured into it.

"Hiya, Hermaphrodite!"

"Oh. It's you again, Momoko." growled Aphrodite, "What do you want this time?" she asked, amazingly vexed. "This is the thirtieth time you've called today."

"I knooow, but…" Momoko chewed a strand of her magenta hair, "I need help on my Geometry homework!"

"Do your own work, you snot nosed brat, and don't BOTHER ME AGAIN!"

"'Kay Hermaphrodite!"

"AND MY NAME IS APHRODITE!"

The Saint Mir-Wa beeped and Aphrodite lost connection. Thank the other gods. How she regretted revealing to Momoko that she was the Wedding Peach. Her stupid friends… now what were they called…? Urine? Hinagipoo? Well, whatever they're called, they would've been better off under the possession of the Jamapi. She would have been saved a lot of headaches ifshe had just left Momoko tobe killed by the devils.

'Beep! Beep! Beep!'

And there she was again.

"What now?"

"Hey," The bubbly teen burst out into a fit of giggles, "Is your refrigerator running?"

"Yes…"

"Well then you'd better go catch it!"

That. Was. It.

That was the LAST STRAW!

Aphrodite calmly got up, and shut off her soap, and went to the Olympus Hardware store.

There alovely Flamerstood, grinning like an idiot, "Like, Hello!"

"Hey."

"Like, Wedding Peach is Great!"

"Er…" Aphrodite scowled, "Yeah. She's… great…. Riiiiight."

"So, like, whaddaya want!"

Suddenly, the flamer's assistant popped out from the shelves. She was different from the employee. She had a rather sour expression on her face, as though the thought of working under someone who liked the bad-anime-to-end-all-bad-animes was an insult to her. She wore a necklace of varioussharp thingsaround her neck, and at her look of disgust at the display the Flamer was making. Aphrodite knew shecould be trusted.

"I adore Wedding Peach!" the Flamer cried merrily, "I think she ought to be ultimate ruler of the universe!"

"Heh." laughed Aphrodite nervously, "Yeah… me too… Hey, look, could you get me something?" she asked, looking meaningfully at the girl with the sharp things around her neck.

The girl walked over, a hot pink nametag displaying the words PointyObjects in a miserably merry font, that Aphrodite could only assume the Flamer had chosen. "Anything I can do for you?" PointyObjects asked, shooting a glare at the Flamer, who had taken to dancing around a homemade doll of Momoko.

"Could you get me some rat poison?" asked Aphrodite surreptitiously, "I have to go to a party at my... heh... friend... Momoko's house tonight, and I need something to... errr... spice things up, if you catch my meaning."

PointyObjects's sulky demenour faded, as she merrily went to the back of the store and brought out a jumbo sized bag of little blue pellets.

The rat poison was handed to Aphrodite, and she left the comfort of Mt. Olympus for Tokyo.

"Hey Momoko!" said Aphrodite, imitating the unbearably squeaky voice of the girl.

"HI!" said the overexcited pink haired fool. "Do you want some tea!"

"Suuure…"

Momoko left her teacup filled with tea alone for a moment. Sneaking a glance across the room, Aphrodire took out the jumbo bag of rat poison and put a few pellets in. Re-thinking, she realized thata few pellets wouldn't really do it. She poured a few more pellets in. 'Better not take any chances' she thought, and poured the whole industrial-sized bag into the teacup.

"Cheers!" cried Momoko, taking a great big sip of her tea, not noticing that her cup was overflowing with arsenic."Hey," she said, looking at the dregs of her cup, "That tea was crunchier than normal tea!"

"I put in sweetener." replied Aphrodite.

"Aww! Thanks, Hermaphrodite."

Aphrodire bit the sides of her cheek. How... she... hated... that... nickname...

Momoko sat cross legged on the floor, grinning. Suddenly, without any warning, Momoko keeled over sideways. She was dead before she hit the ground.

No one mourned. In fact, that night, Aphrodite, Fanged Goddess of Doom, PointyObjects, roni the fish, Yami Goku, Evilcherryblossom-chan, and all of the other haters of Wedding Peach had a loud ranchy party. It was great. In fact, throughout most of the world, you could hear the raunchy sounds of "Ding Dong, The Witch Is Dead" sang at the party until about three-o-clock in the morning.

And if you want a special cameo in the next chapter, I could arrange it.

Look forward to Chapter 4, Death by Stampeding Wildebeests.