Disclaimer: HE LOOK IN THE SKY! It's a bird! It's a plane! NO IT'S THE REAL PERSON WHO CREATED TOKYO MEW MEW! ….dear god I need to get a life. How on earth can my brain perceive that this is actually a disclaimer? ….whatever I should hope you get the point. The point being that I'm almost too lame to function let alone create a manga series like TMM.

A/N: That disclaimer is ridiculously long, so all I'm gonna say is this: I HAVE A REALLY FUN PLOT IDEA FOR A TMM FANFIC! WOO YAY PLOT BUNNIES! So I'll probably be posting a fic some time within this century. (On another note, I've lost the word list AGAIN. I'm planning on duck taping it to my forehead to prevent losing it again when I find it.) GAWD THE A/N IS JUST AS LONG AS THE DISCLAIMER! AUGH! SORRY!

Word challenge: Defenestrate (The act of throwing someone or something out of a window)

Kish was brooding. Or plotting. It never was quite clear which as both his brooding face and his plotting face looked so very similar. Which isn't to be confused with his brooding and plotting face, because in that case it looks completely different. Now watch as everyone's logic jumps hand in hand with their sanity out a window quickly to be reduced to a pile of gooey logic-sanity and then hit by a semi truck driven by a man named Billy.

Which brings us back to our point…or maybe not.

In any case Kish was in some unspecified skyscraper for some unspecified reason, and was either brooding or plotting. Though because of the slightly off-putting maniacal laughter coming from his direction one would guess it was the second.

Masaya, who was in the building only because the voices in his head had tipped him off that there might be an actual personality somewhere inside he could steal, approached Kish cautiously like one might approach a sleeping lion dipped in toxic waste. On steroids.

"Err, Kish, may I ask why exactly you're in this office building laughing crazily to yourself?"

Kish snorted. "I could ask the same of you."

"I'm here to steal a personality. The voices in my head told me there was on here. Have you happened to see it?" Masaya stated happily, in a tone normally reserved for scary cartoon characters and small children on drugs.

Kish inconspicuously inched backwards, which is to say that he darted back a foot and turned so his back faced the door.

"…The voices in your head you say?" He asked conversationally, trying to unlock the door behind him, which had somehow magically became locked.

"Yup! Maryanne is my favourite. She says to get back to my original question on why you're here."

"Eh? Oh I'm just planning on defenestrating someone soon."

"You plan on defen-what now?"

"Defenestrating. The act of throwing someone or something out of a window. So basically I'm planning on pushing some unlucky soul out this cleverly placed window."

"Why didn't you just say that in the first place?"

"Because defenestrate sound so much cooler."

"I suppose it does." Masaya glanced out the previously mentioned window. "I pity whomever you plan on throwing out this window. It probably would hurt when they hit the ground, this being the 42nd floor and all."

Unfortunately Masaya didn't notice the wicked and rather murderous gleam in Kish's eye as he replied easily "You should pity yourself then."

And with that Kish threw the poor personality-less character out the window.

Where he became a Masaya-pancake upon hitting the ground and was promptly hit by Billy's semi truck.

And they all lived happily ever after.

THE END!

A/N (again):….I swear I wasn't on anything when I wrote this. And I don't really hate Masaya. He's just so fun to make fun of. Thanks for reading! THANK YOU STONE FOR BETAING THIS MONSTROSITY!