Me: Hey everyone, it's omake time again! Today I'm here to let you know that for me, school will be over in a few short days, meaning that I will be able to spend more time typing for as long as I want, meaning that I'll be able to type up the rest of this story! Also, did you notice the change in residence? Please inform everyone that we are now putting down roots in the Book X-Overs section!
Zelda: Why on earth do you sound like an infomercial?
Me: Er.. because I want to make the readers think that I'm still alive and kicking when really I'm about to pass out from stress?
Zelda: Whatever. Good enough for me.
Me: Thank you. At least someone understands.
Zelda: I didn't say I understood you at all. Because really, I don't.
Me: That's all right, I'm used to it. So, what are you doing here anyway? You're not in my fic.
Zelda: Well, I should be! And for your information, I'm filling in for my darling Manfred. He's gonna be late because he had to run to the market to lay in a larger supply of Endowed fish to hit you with when you slack off.
Me: But I'm not! OO
Zelda: Yes you are. You're supposed to be doing homework right now, after all.
Me: But IiiiiiiiiiAAAAIIIIIIEEEEE--- (is cut off as truckload of Endowed fish descends upon my tangily-tressed skull)
Zelda: (flashes thumbs-up to Manfred, sitting behind the wheel of the truck) Thanks for shutting her up. Meet you backstage?
Well, anyway, I have yet to read the 6th book.. so I have to get on that, as well as not failing school in its last gasps. I'll have to dig myself out from under all these bloody endowed fish, though. REAL chapter coming.. let's say next week!