"Um, Marik? What exactly are you doing?"
Marik looked up from his carefully constructed pile of Cheerios and blinked. "Huh?"
Ishizu sighed. "I said, what are you—"
"INCOMING!" Ishizu stopped mid-sentence and leapt backward just in time to avoid being hit by a shower of fruit loops.
Bakura popped up from behind the couch and walked over to face Marik.
"There. I told you so. Fruit loops are ten times better than Cheerios for ambushing people."
Marik shrugged. "Yes, but Cheerios have possibilities too."
"Like what?"
Marik grinned.
Ishizu backed away slowly, beginning to fear for her life.
