A/N: Oh, god, I am so sorry this took so long to get out. NaNoWriMo planning is eating my life. *shot*

Avatar contest is still on. Just so ya' know.

Pfft. I haven't written crack in so long. I missed it.

Disclaimer: I happen to own many things. True, most of them have little to no value, but I'm still allowed to call most of them my own. Sadly, Yu-Gi-Oh! and Taco Bell don't make the list. ;(

One morning, Marik strolled down the street, looking (as usual) for trouble. Understandably, he found it in the form of Yami.

Why? Yami thought. Why is it always me? Sighing, he pulled out his day-planner and wrote down a reminder to meet with his psychiatrist the following day. "Same as always, Marik?"

Marik grinned. "You betcha!"

"Fine. Let's get this over with."

"Okay, here goes! Yami, I challenge you to a duel!"

"I accept your challenge, Marik, because I believe in the Heart of the Cards, and that that, along with my friends, will ensure my victory!"

"Your precious friends aren't here to help you now, Pharaoh! I summon the Winged Dragon of Ra!"

"I counter with... Kuriboh! Along with this special card that I just realized I had because one of my friends gave it to me. It increases both Kuriboh's life points and defense points by over five thousand!"

"What! Impossible! No! You may have defeated me this time, Pharaoh, but I'll be back for my revenge!"

"And I'll beat you again, Marik! With the power of friendship, anything is possible!"

Suddenly, Yami's watch beeped, signaling the end of... some unspecified amount of time. "Oh, time's up," he said, silencing the beeping with a glare. Because he is the Pharaoh. And he can do that.

"You wanna go get lunch or something?"

"Sure. Let's go to Taco Bell."

"Heck no! Taco Bell is disgusting."

"Fiend! How dare you insult Taco Bell? I challenge you to a duel so that I may defend the honor of my favorite greasy fast food restaurant!"

"Bring it on, Puzzle-Boy!"

Lunch now forgotten in favor of more children's card games, Yami and Marik began yet another pointless duel.

And somewhere, hiding under his bed, Yami's psychiatrist wept.