Note:I'm officially bat shit crazy. I suppose it takes a crazy to know a crazy. Hence, the Largos. xD Poor Amber.. Daddy doesn't believe her.

Meanwhile at the Largo household...

Rotti had a frazzled look on his face as he dropped a tabloid on his desk. It read, "Local Repo Man Turned Mad Man Caught At the Zoo." He solemnly shook his head. Not all people were capable of this job so it seemed.

The henchgirls looked at him with equal timing. They spoke with perfect unison, "What should we do?"

"Kill him."

"Yes, Sir." They marched off to the asylum to terminate Steve Bob McSteve. He would not be getting paid by porn or chocolate anytime soon.

Amber Sweet was now in a vaguely drug induced state. She no longer saw false images dancing about, but she still did not feel pain. Her surgery addicted form lazily sprawled out on the couch. One arm rested over the edge. A dreamy smile was cast onto her face as she turned on the television. The news was on with an incoming report.

HILARIOUS ZOO STUNT

Her eyes widened upon seeing her brothers on TV. At first, she was racked with jealousy. They were on television and she was not. If only she had agreed to go-

She shook her head, the locks framing her surgically perfected cheeks swayed with the movement. What she heard next, sent her laughing in hysterics.

"HAH!"

Amber pointed at the large screen, savoring every moment of this.

"The fucktards! They're ruining their image!"

The scalpel slut sat up, slapping her hands on her well carved thighs. Oh, Daddy just has to see this.A wicked grin spread on her painted lips. She stood up all too soon, stumbling on her own two feet. Zydrate still controlled a good portion of her. She staggered like a drunk, running to Rotti's office... only to smack into a wall on her way there. She didn't cry out in pain, thanks to the glow. Yet, she did subconsciously rub her head.

"Daddy!" She burst into her dad's office.

The head of GeneCo rose his head. A neutral expression upon his face. All he did was give. All she - they- did was take. Was it more surgery she wanted? Needed? Craved? He would gladly give it to her just so she would shut her constantly blabbing mouth.

"You have to see what's on TV! You won't believe it!" She would do anything to get GeneCo which included lowering her brothers down on all notches.

Rotti arched a brow, rising from his chair. "Oh?"

"Come see!"

They both walked to the living room where the news played. The story now broadcasting was about the insane Repo Man. The graying male gave what appeared to be an eye roll.

"Honey, I know. It's okay. I'm taking care of this as the anchorman is speaking."

"BUT-"

"But what, sweetheart?" He knew she was on the Z. She knew he wouldn't believe her. She could have told him all about Luigi, Pavi, and the weird lions, but Amber refrained herself. Rotti would simply coax her, telling her it was just a dream like some five year old.

"Nevermind. Sorry to have bothered you, Daddy."

"It's all right." A fake smile edged onto his mouth. He quickly walked back to his room. The sounds of formal shoes swiftly clunked away.

Thirty minutes later, the news displayed the scene once more. Amber pratically fled off of the couch and made a run to her father's office. This was her chance. Smack! She ran right into the wall once more.

"Ah ow..."

"DADDY! DADDY!"

"What is it, daughter?" He gently rubbed his temple.

"Pavi and Luigi are on the news!"

Now, this could either be a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe for once, his sons were proving useful to their name... or ruining it. He could only shake his head. Whatever it was, he had to see it.

"All right. Let's see." Again. He silently added.

Amber smiled to herself as they returned to the television. The Steve Bob McSteve story was now on.

"But- But-" Her smile now faltered.

Rotti gently clapped his hands together. Here it came. "Well, sweetie, you're not sick, are you?" A small ounce of concern showed on his face. "Maybe you're just seeing things. Why don't you just take a nap?"

"Yes, Daddy..." She pouted. When he was in his office, Amber stomped her foot on the ground.

"I'm not seeing things!"

She would show her father the chaos her brothers were creating. He had to believe her. So, Miss. Sweet tried again... and again... and again... Each time resulted in failure... and Steve Bob McSteve.

"Gah! IT'S NOT FAIR!" She howled out, stomping her foot once more.

"Stupid television. It's all your fault!" She whined.

Balling her hands into fists, she stomped over to the screen. She delivered light punches to the seemingly invincible electronic device. That drew the last straw. In her anger, she kicked the TV. Her heel smashed through the glass as it shattered to the ground.

Pain began to return and take it's brutal toll.

She cried out. Her foot was stuck. Stuck. Of all things... She wrapped her hands around her ankle in a futile attempt.

"Owowowowowowowowow." Profanities leaked from her mouth.

Finally, Amber pulled her foot out. The high heel was left inside the screen. She blinked once, turning to limp away. She would damn that television to hell. At least now she had an excuse for surgery... no matter how strange the events resulting to it. Before she left the lounge, the flat screen fell with a heavy thud.

That was the last time Amber Sweet would watch a flat-screen television.

Note: She was like the boy who cried wolf... The girl who cried television... I feel bad for her. Okay, I don't. xD I do like Amber Sweet. The television just didn't happen to. Oh jeez, I would really like to thank Chaos(andMayhem) for becoming my beta reader. It greatly helps me. Everybody give Chaos a round of applause! -Enthusiastic clapping. Sea Lion noises.- Erm. I would also like to thank all of the readers. You give me such great strength. T-T THANK-YOU FOR FUELING MY PRIDE WITH YOUR WONDERFUL COMMENTS. 3 {More chapters are to come.}