Yay! I'm not dead! And I've been thinking about all of the suggestions put forward, so I'll be submitting more than one story today. These ideas are a little bit older, so I figured that I needed to put them down into words before too long. Don't worry, you will not be ignored! Love to you all!

"It was so nice of you to agree to join me in the kitchen today, Maine," Florida conceded to the taller blonde man, donning a professional chef's cap on top of his head and tying a gaudy, bright-colored apron around his waist. Maine gave a growl as he placed a knitted red beret over his own head, tucking his buzz-cut blonde hair into the homemade cap.

"I agree," Florida agreed as he started pulling every utensil, kitchen appliance, and bag of ingredients in reach. "We'll have so much fun making our feast today. What experience do you have with cooking?"

Unable to communicate with words, Maine reached into a cabinet and grabbed a bag of something, stuck it in the microwave, and set it for 3 minutes on high. The door flew open and a stream of popcorn flew out, colliding into the opposite wall and spraying everywhere. Florida and Maine popped their heads out of the overflow of popcorn like gigantic prairie dogs.

"…I guess I have a lot to teach you," Florida mused around, striding through the overflow of popcorn to the counter. "Do you know how to make a chocolate ganache?" Maine gave a confused grumble.

"Do you know what container the garlic is in, at least?" Maine nodded. "Go grab that from the fridge. I'm going to teach you how to make one of my special…delicacies."

CT wretched into the toilet weakly, trying to flush the disgusting taste of the prank treat out of her mouth with a squeeze bottle of water, then having her stomach protest and try to empty itself even further. Around her, other Freelancers were in a similar predicament…except for Florida and Maine, who were watching with smug smirks on their faces.

"You guys are asses," someone (maybe South) protested before the hurling continued.

"Yeah, well, it was getting too quiet around here," Florida pointed out as York tried to stand up, turned Flubber-green, and ducked back into the bathroom stall again.

"Well, there goes my appetite," North grumbled, standing up and flushing the toilet. The appliance gave a weird gurgle and did not sanitize itself. Confused, he pressed the button again. There came an ominous rumbling.

"Oh god," Florida exclaimed, pushing Maine towards the door. "Everyone out! She's gonna blow!" Everyone shot up and started pelting towards the door. They managed to each get stuck in the doorframe at the same time, trying to squeeze out. They toppled on top of each other, and somebody was smart enough to shut the door. Two seconds later, there came a BOOM and a sickening wet sound of waste hitting metal walls.

"Don't look at us!" Florida protested as everyone looked at the two initial prankers. "We're not smart enough to rig the plumbing like that!" Maine gave a sharp growl. "Okay, so I'm not smart enough to rig the plumbing like that."

Everyone slowly rotated their heads to look at Wash, who gave a weak chuckle. "Just trying to get back at you for the Mix and Match last week," he tried to explain. "No hard feelings, right?" They started to loom over him. "Guys?"

-Later-

"This is all your fault," Wash accused as he faced the Corner, and Florida scoffed.

"MY fault?" he asked incredulously, looking at his fellow prisoner. "I'M not the one who came up with the OH SO bright idea of rigging the plumbing!"

"No," Wash agreed. "You and that blonde idiot over there were the ones that decided to make that disgusting candy and get everyone sick!"

Maine none-too-gently clobbed Wash over the head.

Special thanks for this chapter goes to BIG Z1776, Lightning257, Omega Ravenger, and