Well, I'm back with more…uh, comedy! And…something else…I think I need more ideas…or a good bump on the head…
Minerva: There is no way Arty would ever choose you over me!
Anna-Maria: Yes there is! I am just as pretty as you, prettier even! And I am definitely a lot smarter than you.
Minerva: -places hands on her hips- Oh yeah? What makes you so sure about that?"
Anna-Maria: -folds arms across her chest and glares- Who stated the obvious by kicking Billy Kong and calling him a thug? It sure wasn't me.
Minerva: How was I supposed to know what would happen?
Anna-Maria: Butler warned you, duh! –smiles- But hey, you helped me.
Minerva: -looks confused- I did? How?
Anna-Maria: Well, if you hadn't kicked Billy Kong, Artemis would never have entered the time tunnel and missed three years.
Minerva: -does not look so confident now- So?
Anna-Maria: So…you fixed the age difference between Artemis and me! He was four years older than me before, now he's only four months older!
Minerva: -looks like she is about to cry-
Authoress: Go Anna-Maria!
Artemis: -looks down at the bowl in his hands- We're out of popcorn.
Random Reader: I'll get more from the kitchen!
Authoress: -produces plate of Tandoori chicken and starts to eat it-
Readers and Artemis: -stare at the authoress-
Authoress: What? It's a Pakistani dish! My mom's own recipe – I was getting tired of popcorn.
Minerva: -grabs fork with piece of chicken on the prongs and waves it in Anna-Maria's face- Get back you nasty thing!
Authoress: Hey, my chicken!
Anna-Maria: -raises eyebrow- 'Nasty thing'? Are you describing yourself or a Venus flytrap? Then again, what's the difference?
Minerva: -glares- How rude! –continues waving fork with chicken-
Anna-Maria: -grabs the fork and eats the chicken before Minerva can blink- Never brandish food in front of my face.
Authoress: -jumps on top of Minerva- You stole my chicken!
Minerva: -screams and then starts crying-
Artemis: Does this scenario remind you of anything?
Random Reader: -hands the popcorn bowl back to Artemis- Pie?
Artemis: No…A Midsummer Night's Dream.
Authoress: -stops rubbing Minerva's face into the floor for a moment- The Shakespearean play?
Artemis: -nods- Yes. I am like a male version of Hermia, Anna-Maria is like a female version of Lysander; and Minerva is like a female version of Demetrius.
Anna-Maria: Ha! Take that, Minerva! Artemis does like me!
Minerva: -speaks up from the floor- Then who's Helena?
Artemis: We don't have one.
Authoress: -sits on top of Minerva to think- Hey, we can have our own version of the play! Artemis, we can have Hermia's role changed to that of an Athenian male named Hermio; Anna-Maria, your name can be Lysandra; Minerva, you're Demetria. How's that?
Artemis: -blinks- That's a horrible idea!
Anna-Maria: -has a look of disgust on her face- Lysandra sounds more like a cheap brand of dishtowel than a name. Can I be Demetria instead?
Authoress: But Anna-Maria, Hermio is in love with Lysandra, not Demetria!
Minerva: -glares up at the authoress- Hey!
Anna-Maria: -grins- Okay, I think I can handle that.
Minerva: -whines- But I want to be Lysandra!
Anna-Maria: Sure thing, Madam Dishtowel; I'm sure we can have Demetria's role switched with Lysandra's if I assume it. Right, Authoress?
Authoress: Right.
Artemis: Must we do this now?
Authoress: No, we can wait till the next chapter.
Minerva: Get off of me!
Authoress: -stands up- Wonderful! Tune in…the next time I update for our version of A Midsummer Night's Dream!
Minerva: -gets up- I'm going to kill you!
Anna-Maria: -leaps on top of Minerva and forces her back down to the floor- Shut up, you whiney French girl!
Minerva: I am not whiney! Arty, help me!
Artemis: -growls- Stop calling me that!
Anna-Maria: Arty! Can you help me? I'm trying to tie Minerva's hands together.
Artemis: -smiles and kneels next to Anna-Maria with some rope- Of course, Anna-Maria.
Minerva: Hey! I thought you hated being called 'Arty'! Why does she get to say it?
Artemis: -glares at her- I hate it when you call me that. It sounds more dignified when Anna-Maria says it.
Minerva: -tries to kick Anna-Maria but can't because her feet are bound- Boyfriend-stealer!
Artemis: I was never your boyfriend.
Anna-Maria: Naptime, Minerva! –punches Minerva's forehead-
Minerva: -falls unconscious-
Readers: -clutch their popcorn-
Random Reader: I do not want to get Anna-Maria angry – although she does look twice as pretty as before…are you free on Saturday night?
Artemis: -glares- Hey, Anna-Maria is NOT available; and she'd never go out with you! –jumps on Random Reader-
Random Reader: Aaagh! Don't claw my eyes out!
Authoress: -looks around her for a moment at the two minor wrestling matches going on- Okay…come back next time! –joins the Readers on the couch- Now where's my chicken?
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