A quick reviewer's response I was just dying to put in here!

ReaperRain: Jim Bob is very happy that you love him. - However, he is currently not accepting any applications for dating because he has decided that love is just a one-way street to pain. Jim Bob is very deep for a notebook.

Also, R.I.P. Suicide-n-Murder.

And thanks to the others who reviewed! I love you all. …Seriously, I'm outside of your window right now…

And now, in the famed words of Bakura…

You know how in video games, you open a door, and because you have to be really quiet so you can hide from zombies/ghosts/bad voice acting, the door opens REALLY loudly, creaking open and then slamming shut?

Of course you don't, loser. You're a notebook. Your purpose in life is solely to listen to the grandiose thoughts of that wonderful tiger that is ME! Anyhoo… you know that type of annoying, user-UNfriendly door?

Mako has two doors of that type.

"Hey!" Mr. Clown-hair runs after me as I hobble down the stairwell. "What are you doing?"

"Um… I'm going to avenge the death of my father!" is all I can think of. Stupid Princess Bride references. No matter that it's a good movie. …I don't remember my dad… Huh.

Mako pauses. "Oh, well that seems cool. See ya!" He waves after me as I trip and tumble face first down three flights of cement stairs. Owch.

Ok, so… yeah. Pain sucks almost as much a Hoover. …I don't really get that expression. Why would Hoover suck? Doesn't he run the American FBI? At least my teeth aren't broken… I don't want to be a buck-toothed hillbilly… I guess that statement isn't really nice to hillbillies… But I don't really care about being nice! Mwaha! Mwaha! Mwahahahhahahahahhahahahaha! …Where was I?

Oh yeah… so I escaped from Mako's apartment. Really, it had to be done. For one, his apartment was frigid as Antarctica. Probably to preserve all those fish in his cooler. It must not be cold enough in there, or something. Also, there's something wrong about another man pressing tissues against my knee. Don't ask me why; there just is.

PLUS! His hair is almost as silly as Yugi's. If you died it different colors, like an Easter egg, he could give Yugi's ridiculous crown of hair a run for its money. And that, Jim Bob, will probably be the weirdest thing I'll ever write about.

Although… since that image in my mind is so weird, and it may be the weirdest thing I ever write about, that means there's no more weirdness in my life! So why even bother keeping you anymore, Jim Bob? I might as well throw you out. …I'm hurting you because I love you, I swear.

"You love the notebook," my host states incredulously in my head. Yeah, you're just totally in awe of the awesome bond my notebook and I have, arent'cha, Ryou?

"…You mean you and the notebook are like… friends?" If Ryou was in charge of the body right now, he would be smirking. Corporeally. When Ryou smirks, it's not pretty. Well, it's pretty cool, but it's just pathetic next to my superb and sinister smirk. Anyhoo, since nothing weirder than Mako's easter egg colored hair vs. Yugi's spiked bird nest is gonna happen, I guess this is goodbye, Jim Bob.

"…STOP GIVING ME WET WILLIES!"

…I hear a voice down the street. Anyway, it's not weird enough.

"I MEAN IT! LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU GIANT CUCUMBER!"

…I'm listening…

"PUT DOWN THE SPORK!"

…Well, okay, the whole spork thing is a little cliché now… everybody digs sporks. It's not cool anymore.

"I SAID, PUT DOWN THE SPROK, YOU DANG PANDA!"

…A sprok, eh? Who the heck is that yelling, anyway?

"I'M NOT A STUPID OC!"

…Someone who's not a stupid OC? …Ok, maybe that is weirder. An original character that's not stupid? Impossible. Unheard of. Untrue. It's probably a Mary-Sue.

I rush over to the source of the shouting. Indeed, there is a teenaged boy there. No wait… that's a girl. With…

Blonde hair and ice blue eyes.

…Ok, looks like we're not going to find an 'un-stupid' OC here, Jim Bob. Just another Mary-Sue. But there is a panda. And a giant cucumber. And a sprok.

I love sproks. I should tell you why I love them so…

I forgot what I was writing about. I'm too lazy to look back; like I said, you're a pocket notebook, so my writing's pretty tiny… and I don't want to squint. It's really dark out, too. After all, I did sneak out of Mako's at midnight. I'm hoping, since it's the witching hour, that something cool will happen. …But it's already 12:11 and so far, nothing. I guess I'll just proceed with my plan, which iiiiiiiiiis… to go and find Les Fieres! Sure, it's 12:11 in the morning, but I'm sure they'll be open soon. Besides, then I can proceed with my plan to make Ryou a—

"To make me a what?"

…Nothing.

"No, no, go on," Ryou insists. I must have been talking out loud again, because the androgynous blonde and her cucumber pal are staring at me. (At least, I think the cucumber is staring at me.) The panda's eating the sprok though. How dare he eat the sprok!

"…It's nothing, Ryou," I say aloud. Anyway… to the bus!

(insert spinning background and cue the background theme music)

Doo doo de la la loo! BATMAN!

(exit the spinning background)

It's mucho laterish, Jim Bob, and I am now at… the bus stop! And would you believe the bus runs this late? Wow…

"Where are you going?" Ryou keeps pestering me. It'll be a good thing when what's going to happen to him, happens to him. "What's going to happen to me?"

I can't wait. "Can't wait for what?" It's gonna be cool. "What's going to be cool? Tell me!"

…The bus is coming! Yaaaay.