So the hot-dog was a hot-dog.
That proved nothing; he still had no idea why they were just...dangling around. He seemed to be standing on nothing but nothing...
Besides, hot-dogs tasted disgusting when they didn't have all them fixin's.
DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU'RE HERE?!
Suddenly! A voice out of nowhere, and it sounded strangely familiar...
--
"...death!"
Stork had just finished telling everyone the possible dangers of flying upside down, (Finn's suggestion,) when there was a painfully familiar flash of light.
"Venus," Aerrow growled.
But no. No, it wasn't Venus. See, in case you've forgotten, she's currently behind bars. Long story.
"Eros?" Piper stepped forward. "What are you...? And who's that with you?"
It was indeed, Eros, and beside him was a petite little blond with a tilting smile on her lips. "Psyche," she said. Her voice sounded like birdsong.
"Well, hell-ooooooo, Psyche," Finn crooned, eyebrows shooting up.
Junko shoved his friend behind his back and smiled innocently.
"This is going to be a long night, isn't it?"
OOO
A/N: Dark Ace and his hot-dogs won. (I know what you're thinking, pervert. Go away.)