Well, here they are, will there be a Kumbaya moment? Or will Sheldon be, well, Sheldon? Thanks again for all your great reviews! It humbles me that so many people care to follow this story!

"You have sixty seconds, Sheldon," Penny said, her eyes narrowed and hard.

"Sixty seconds? Well that's hardly enough time to disseminate the information I have to talk about. This has been on my mind for a while and…"

"Fifty. Seconds," she said through taut jaws.

"Oh, alright. I guess I'll just cut to the chase and say it: I forgive you."

Penny raised her eyebrows, opened her mouth, then narrowed her eyes again. "You..what?"

"I forgive you. For physically assaulting me this evening in my own home. I acknowledge that our relationship has progressed to a level of collegiality where fraternal hugging and the occasional slap on the back might have led you to assume that tackling me to the ground and smothering me with saliva was within the parameters of our relational paradigm. So I don't blame you for taking liberties and crossing that line. After all, we were in the midst of an intense competition to determine who was the superior team in a series of contests and…"

"What. The hell. I don't believe you, Sheldon," Penny opened the door wider to allow Amy to witness the festivities. "YOU forgive ME? Shouldn't you be begging MY forgiveness? Shouldn't you be saying, I don't know, I'M SORRY?" She huffed, turned, and stomped into the apartment.

"What do you mean I should beg your forgiveness? You assaulted me, after all. You should be the one apologizing," he said incredulously, his hand stiff at his sides in his most declamatory posture.

Now it was Amy's turn. "Listen here, Dr. Cooper. You better apologize to my best friend, or shit's gonna get real!" Amy leered at him with wide eyes and a look of menace. "And when I say it's gonna get real, I mean real ca-RAZY!"

Sheldon leaned back and twisted his face in disgust. "Amy, judging by the dense alcoholic fumes pouring from your mouth, I surmise that you've been drinking. So I can understand your arbitrary determination of epistemological truth. Let me assure you that things are indeed already real, and you yourself are embodying the craziness you're going on about."

"Oh, this is so ON!" Amy started towards Sheldon, her arms outstretched as if you grab his 73 shirt. Her progress was stymied by Penny, who managed to hold back the outraged scientist.

"Go now, Sheldon," she spat out with daggers in her eyes. "Or I'll let her finish you off and dump you in a ravine!" She pulled Amy out of the doorway and slammed the door in his face.

"Fine. So much for trying to be the bigger man," he said, turning and going back to the apartment.

Penny let go of Amy and she grabbed her sweater and straightened it. The two girls glared at the closed door, breathing heavily.

"The nerve. He forgives me?" Penny barked with a sarcastic smile. "Oh my God, I actually thought he was going to apologize!" She shook her head and scoffed, turning back towards the couch.

"You should have let me go, Penny," Amy grumbled in a lethal tone. "I wanted to break one off in his ass for hurting my home girl."

"Amy, stop trying to be gangsta and sit down," Penny ordered, pointing to the sofa. "Finish your water. I'm gonna go make room on my bed. You're not driving home like this."

"You mean our girl fight club throw-down has turned into a Bestie slumber party?" Amy suddenly brightened, clapping her hands. "Yea, yea, yeah!"

"Go team," Penny wearily lifted a half-hearted fist pump. "I'll get you some pajamas." She slowly started toward the bedroom, walking with the slow gait of a woman in her ninth month. She placed her hands on her lower back as a loud gurgling noise rumbled from her stomach. "Oh God—" she gagged as she bolted for the bathroom.

Amy started hobbling rapidly after her friend and shouted, "Wait, wait, wait Bestie! Let me hold back your hair…"