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Crazy Hand: ...Hello? HOLA! Well, seems like UM's out of commission for a little while, hmm? I'm supposed to be doing the disclaim thingy, but apparently I'm your host as well! So, UM is not the owner of anything! Except the fic itself...and the plot...and some really cool socks that I stole yesterday. But, read please! And now to wake UM up!
It's here.
That thought crossed the minds of basically every living creature in the Smash Mansion the morning of the ball. Some thought it with excitement, some with dismay. Some couldn't care less, and some thought it with more hope than one would think possible. And a certain pink puffball thought it with more enthusiasm, more anticipation, that if she added any more, she would probably explode.
"META KNIGHT, IT'S HERE!"
Too late...
Meta Knight blinked his eyes open. "Jigglypuff, do I even want to know what time it is?" he muttered. The pink puffball looked from the clock to Meta Knight.
"...You probably don't," she said sheepishly. Meta sighed and closed his eyes again. "But it's here, Meta Knight!"
"I think I've realized that," he said unenthusiastically, not bothering to open his eyes. Yes, it was here. After three days of waiting, it was here. But, technically, it wasn't here until that night, and Meta wanted to get in a few more hours of sleep. He knew that that was highly unlikely, though.
"Come on, Meta," said Jigglypuff, attempting to drag him out of bed. "Get up! You're already awake!"
"Regrettably."
"Geez, Meta, don't sound so excited," she muttered. In reply, Meta Knight turned to face the wall and pulled the covers back over him. "Meta Knight!" Jiggly pouted. "It's here! Show some enthusiasm!" she told him.
"Enthusiasm? In the morning?" he asked. "You're asking way too much of me." The balloon Pokémon was about to say something when she stopped and looked at the ground.
"You're not excited about it, are you?" she asked, in a kind of disheartened tone. Meta's eyes went wide. Did she think that he wasn't excited to be going? To be going with her?
"No, no, I'm excited!" he said quickly, sitting up. "Of course I'm excited! Why wouldn't I be?" Jiggly looked up again and smiled. She tried to hold back a chuckle.
"You just sounded like Bowser right then..." Meta sighed. But then, a smile crept onto his face as well.
"Lovely," he said. "Well, I'm up now. What do you want to do?"
"Let's get breakfast!" cried Jiggly. "We can raid the fridge before anyone else gets up!" Meta didn't even have a chance to mutter a "Sure" when the balloon Pokémon grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the room. He managed to catch a quick glance at the clock.
Four thirty.
The things I do for her...
After being pulled down the steps ("Jigglypuff, can you let me walk myself before one of my bones is broken?!"), Meta Knight was finally released as the two entered the kitchen. Jiggly dashed to the refrigerator and opened it.
"Meta Knight, there's cream cheese in here. Do you want a bagel?"
"Sure," he answered, already at the coffee machine. Jiggly took out the cream cheese and two bagels. She spread the cream cheese over them and handed one to him. "Thanks," he said, taking the cup of decaf and sitting down with it. He popped a straw in like he always did and began to drink. He stopped for a moment. "I don't think you really need that," he said to Jigglypuff, who was at the moment getting ready to order an espresso from the coffee machine. She stuck her tongue out at him.
"Fine, I'll just get a regular," she said. Meta sighed.
"I'm not feeling any less scared," he muttered. But he let it go and continued drinking the decaf, pausing every now and then to pop a piece of bagel under his mask and into his mouth. The pink puffball got her coffee and sat down next to him. She glanced towards him.
"Does that ever get annoying?" she asked suddenly. Meta Knight looked at her.
"Does what ever get annoying?"
"Eating like that," she said. "Popping everything under your mask. Does it get annoying?" Meta simply blinked.
"...No," he said, a bit shocked. "Why would it?" Jiggly shrugged.
"I don't know. I would find trying to eat with a mask on rather annoying. Like, what if you miss your mouth?" At this, Meta nearly choked on his bagel.
"Miss...my...mouth?" he managed to cough out. "Jiggly, I'm pretty sure I know where my mouth is."
"Well, what about corn on the cob? You can't eat that," she argued, moving on to her next point. "Or drinking soup broth out of a bowl? Don't say straw," she said quickly.
"Are you trying to make a point here?"
"Um..." Jiggly glanced up, showing to Meta Knight that she was. "I was just wondering if you ever, you know, take off your mask," she said. Meta blinked. Oh. That was her point.
"...I do," he said. "Just not around people." Jigglypuff looked at him.
"Why not?"
"Well, because..." He faltered for a moment. His mask was a very, very touchy subject. He was surprised that he was even trying to talk about it. Usually, if someone asked, he would either completely change the subject or say nothing at all. But, then again, this was Jigglypuff that he was talking to. "It's just...well..."
Alright, comforting as that fact was, it obviously wasn't comforting enough.
"...I don't like taking my mask off in front of people," he decided on finally. Wonderful argument, he thought to himself.
"Oh," said Jiggly, her tone revealing...disappointment? Meta widened his eyes again. What was she disappointed about?
"Is something wrong?" he asked quickly. I am turning into Bowser, aren't I? The pink puffball looked up and smiled at him.
"Nope!" she said, although she still sounded disappointment. Meta wasn't very convinced, but he popped another piece of bagel into his mouth and kept quiet. She was disappointed about something, but what? Was she disappointed...that he didn't like taking off his mask? But why would she be disappointed about that? They had been friends since basically the start of the Brawl season, and she had never once asked about his mask, had never once tried to steal it. She had, in fact, once foiled an attempt to steal it (poor Wario was never the same after that...). So why would she be disappointed about it now? Unless...
...Unless she was going through exactly what he was. The strange fuzzy feelings. The need for her to be happy. Even now, as she was giving him that beautiful smile, green eyes glowing brightly, he was feeling it. Was she feeling the same way about him? Did she think about him all the time now, like he thought about her? Because, when he had tried to find out why he felt this way, everything pointed to one reason. An emotion he would have never thought that he, Meta Knight, the "guy who was about yay big and gave off a creepy vibe" (Yes, Midna had told him about that. Wolf was, needless to say, dismayed, and for good reason, as Meta was not too happy), basically, the freak, would ever feel. If he did feel it. He was still unsure of that. But now, he was wondering, dreading—or was it hoping?—that she felt the same way.
Which led back to what brought him to think these deep, psychological thoughts in the first place. His two choices were telling what he had never willingly told anyone else before to the person he...he...It was too early to pull the "L" word...or keeping the secret that underneath his mask he looked exactly like—
"Good morning, Zelda! You're up early!" Whoa! Train of thought wreck! Meta glanced up to see the Hyrulian princess, whom Jigglypuff had just greeted.
"Morning, Jiggly. Morning, Meta," she said, sounding only half awake.
"Good morning," Meta Knight replied, still trying to recollect his thoughts.
"You sound like you're still sleeping, Zee," said Jigglypuff. "Why are you up this early?" The same reason I am, Meta thought to himself. Someone dragged her out of bed.
"Marth woke me up." Bingo.
"Oh," the pink puffball said. "Why?" Zelda shrugged and went for the coffee machine, ordering an espresso. "Hey! Meta Knight, why do you let her get an espresso and not me?!" Jiggly said suddenly. Meta looked at her.
"You plus caffeine overdose equals apocalypse, Jigglypuff."
"Ha, ha, I love you, too, Meta," she muttered. It was then that Meta froze.
She just said...
She didn't mean it. Of course she didn't mean it. She had probably said it to him, exactly like that, joking around, over a hundred times. But...but...
What if she did mean it? Meta tried to shake the thought from his mind and kept eating his bagel. But still... he thought. What if she does? He let out a small sigh. Because...
Because I think I do...
Princess Peach hummed a happy tune as she walked down the hall of Smash Mansion. The day she had been waiting for had finally arrived, and she wasn't afraid to show her excitement. Not only had she been able to survive waiting for over three weeks, she had managed to pair up every one of her friends perfectly. "Yes, indeed, Peach, you are the matchmaker supreme!" she said, chuckling to herself.
"Oh really?" Peach stopped. She didn't lose her smile, but she was shocked that someone else had been in the hallway.
"Blaze? Hello!" she said, turning to address the purple cat that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
"You really think you are the best matchmaker there is?" asked Blaze, not even bothering with a greeting. "What makes you say that?"
"I've paired up many people," Peach answered, "though why you'd be concerned is beyond me." The cat looked down at her fingers, stretching them casually.
"I'd bet you anything that I've paired up more people for this dance than you have." This time, Peach did lose her smile.
"Oh? And since when have you been matchmaking?" she retorted. Matchmaking was her thing, and there was no way some amateur kitty-cat was going to show her up.
"I could give you a list," said Blaze.
"You're on!" the princess cried, fire in her eyes. She opened her mouth to list everyone she had helped get together, but a call from across the hall stopped her.
"Princess Plum! Fire-Kitty! Happy Leif Erikson Day!" A white gloved hand, a Viking hat set in place on his pinkie finger, floated down the hall towards them. His fingers twitched every so often.
"Hello, Crazy Hand!" said Peach, used to being called the wrong name by the younger of the two Hands. "Happy Leif Erikson Day to you!" Blaze looked at her like, Leif Erikson Day is half a year from now! "Just go along with it," she muttered.
"Hinga dinga durgen!" shouted Crazy happily. "Anyways, what are you two doing in the middle of a hallway?"
"I was just about to show Peach that I was a much better matchmaker than she was," Blaze said, figuring that the leftie really wouldn't care. However, the Hand snapped his fingers.
"Oh, fun! Well, go ahead, start showing!"
Shrugging, Blaze said, "Well, there's Link and Midna..."
"Huh?!" shouted Peach.
"That's a lie," said Crazy. The cat looked at him.
"And why would that be?" she said, crossing her arms. "I told Midna to buy the gift for Link. She's giving it to him tonight."
"Yes," Crazy Hand said, "but it wasn't you who brought them together in the first place. In fact, it was Zelda, through an IM. The wonders of technology, eh? Like Snake's codec! Have you ever played with that? It's fun, except when it blows up on you." The Hand shuddered.
"Wait, so Zelda paired them up?" asked Peach. She punched the air. "Ha! One less for you, cat!" Blaze stuck out her tongue. "My turn, my turn! I've been working for Samus to get together with someone, and now that she's going with Wolf..."
"No! I definitely helped to pair them up!" Blaze interrupted. "I talked to Samus the day before they got together!" The two glared at each other, ready to start a heated argument.
"Actually, neither of you paired them up," Crazy cut in. They turned to him.
"Then who did?" Peach asked cynically.
"Meta Knight." Jaws dropped. Peach laughed nervously.
"M-Meta Knight? Ha!"
"No, it's true. Meta paired them up at exactly five eighteen am four days ago, when he first told Samus that Wolf wanted to go with her and then when he pushed Wolf, unbeknownst to him, straight into Samus's arms." The two girls blinked.
"...Crazy Hand, that's creepier than me knowing where everyone is," said Peach finally.
"How do you do that?" asked Blaze. The leftie snickered.
"I'm everywhere!" he said. "I'm in the walls, I'm in your minds, I'm in the air! I'm even in your sock drawer!" He let out an insane chuckle at this part. "But anyways," he said, "those two pairings put the score at Zelda: one; Meta Knight: one; you two: zero."
"Well...Well..." the fire cat stuttered quite out-of-character-ly, trying to find another point to argue. "What about Krystal and Fox?" She had been trying to get the two to work past their relationship issues as soon as she had heard about the staff ordeal.
"Falco was the one who jokingly told Krystal about the ball," said Crazy, as if everyone should have known that. "So, he is the one credited with putting them together." Blaze nearly cursed at this part, but she stopped herself, realizing something.
"Rosalina!" she cried. "I got Rosalina to come all the way from the Comet Observatory and ask Luigi to the ball. That took a lot of convincing, mind you!"
"So that was why Luigi shouted, 'Rosalina!' at the top of his lungs yesterday..." Peach thought aloud. She had been busy finishing up plans for the ball yesterday, and she didn't realize that Luigi hadn't expected Princess Rosalina to be coming.
"Alright, Fire-Kitty..." Blaze snorted. "...That puts you at one. Princess, anything for you?" Peach thought for a moment. Of course, there was Meta Knight and Jigglypuff, but Master Hand had only just let brawls start up again, and that was with the controls room under high surveillance. And she was talking to Master Hand's brother here. "Well, Princess Apricot," Crazy said, "since you can't seem to argue yourself, I'll argue for you. You paired up Meta Knight and Jigglypuff, right?"
"But, how, what, no!" the cat cut in. Peach, too, was shocked.
"I know that it was you who cut the pain simulation during Kirby and Bowser's brawl," the Hand told her. "Very, very smart! I couldn't have thought of a better idea myself." Noticing the wide-eyed look on Peach's face, he chuckled. "Don't worry, Banana, you're not in trouble! I'd never tell anyone," he said. "But if you're still not sure," he added, his tone growing darker, "we could sign a pact...in blood."
"No, no, I believe you," said the mushroom princess quickly, waving her hands in front of her.
"Well, even if Peach cut the pain simulation," argued Blaze, "Snake really was the one who paired them up."
"But, if not for Strawberry's quick thinking, Jigglypuff would still be going with the marshmallow and Meta would still be locked in his room," the leftie said matter-of-factly.
"Objection!" Blaze cried.
"Overruled!" said Crazy, cackling madly. "I'm having so much fun with this, aren't you two?" They simply groaned. "Anyways, that puts the score at Zelda: one; Meta Knight: one; Falco: one; Fire-Kitty: one; Princess Tomato: one," he reported.
"Um...How about Marth and Zelda?" asked Peach. Blaze nodded anxiously. Both hoped that Crazy Hand would say their name and not the other's.
"Oh? Yes, that would be Meta Knight again," he said. Silence. "I'm not even bothering to explain it, so ask Marth for the whole story," the leftie sighed. "But that one makes Meta Knight the winner of this little contest! Hooray!" More silence.
"No...way..." the princess said, mouth dropped.
"But he...But he wasn't even part of this!" Blaze stomped her high-heel. Crazy shrugged, or as much as a giant hand could.
"Even so, you two are still at a tie. I guess neither one of you are the better matchmaker. Oh well! Happy Squirrel Appreciation Day!"
"Didn't you just say that it was Leif Erikson Day?" asked the cat, motioning towards the large-horned Viking hat still positioned on his pinkie.
"Huh?" he said. "Well, it's Squirrel Appreciation Day now." With a flick of his pinkie, the Viking hat went flying out of sight. The three of them heard a shout of pain that sounded like Toon Link's, but none of them really cared. "Alright, you two, I'm off to find some nuts!" said Crazy, starting to float down the hall. He stopped. "Oh, and I don't think that Falco has a date yet." And then he floated away.
Blaze and Peach looked at each other, a bit confused. Then, they glared at each other.
"First one to get Falco a date wins!"
"Stop, stop, it's too tight, it's too tight!"
"Oops, sorry," muttered Bowser sheepishly, backing away from the purple-faced Wolf.
"Marth!" he said, gasping for breath. "Marth, a little help here!" He clawed at the horrific torture device that had been placed around his neck, the menace that was going to choke him and leave him airless, dead in three minutes.
Otherwise known as a bowtie.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," the prince sighed, walking over and loosening it. Wolf let out a deep breath. When he had agreed to let some of the guys (Falco, Marth, Bowser, and Fox, to be specific) come into his room to get ready for the ball, he hadn't expected to be nearly suffocated.
"Thanks," he said. "Geez, Bowser, put me in a chokehold, why don't you?"
"You kept squirming!" the Koopa shouted.
"Well, you would, too, if you had to dress up in this getup!" Wolf snorted. He walked in front of the mirror, shuddering. He had, due to Marth, Meta Knight, and Falco's urging, rented a tuxedo for the event. It was a jet black, as was the bowtie. His shoes were black as well. He was also wearing white gloves, but they had somehow ended up being too small, and his claws stuck out awkwardly.
"Come on, Wolf, it's not that bad," said Marth, dressed in a tux almost exactly the same, sans the claws. The wolf crossed his arms.
"I look terrible," he said.
"No, you don't," Bowser said as he straightened his bright red bowtie. Though not in a full tux, Bowser had changed his shell to a black one, one reserved for formal events. It was about as close as he could get to a suit.
"Yes, I do," Wolf sighed. He sat down on the bed, pouting a little. "I can't believe you convinced me to wear this," he spat at Marth and Falco. The bird, who was also wearing a tux, stuck out his tongue.
"Everyone's wearing them," he said, motioning to his suit and then to Fox and Marth.
"I don't care," he said, "I'm taking it off."
"I wouldn't do that," came a voice from the door. They all glanced up.
"Meta Knight, what are you doing here?" asked Fox.
"I thought you said you weren't coming," Bowser said.
"I wasn't," said the Star Warrior, "but Jigglypuff kicked me out of the room so that she could get ready." Surprisingly, Jiggly had managed to keep what she was wearing a secret. And she intended to keep it a secret, so that basically meant that Meta wasn't allowed anywhere near the room until it was time for the ball.
"Oh, so you only came because you had nothing better to do?" asked Falco cynically. "We're not good enough for you?"
"Well, when you put it that way, yes." Meta walked in and sat on Wolf's bed. "And, as I was saying, Wolf, you shouldn't take it off. How long did it take you to get it on in the first place?"
"Quite a while," Marth answered for him, sighing.
"Fine, fine, I'll leave it on," said Wolf, giving in, if only not to endure the terrifying ordeal of actually getting it off.
"Oh, I have this, in case anyone wants to use it," Fox said. He held up a bottle of cologne.
"So that was what smelled," Bowser said. Falco looked at the label.
"I'm sorry, Fox, but that's just disgusting." Fox took the bottle and sprayed it in the bird's face. "My eyes, my eyes!" he cried.
"Falco's right, though," agreed Marth. "Don't spray me!" he shouted, cringing. Fox looked at the bottle in his hand.
"It really smells that bad?" he asked.
"Yes!" they all shouted. The vulpine crossed his arms.
"That would have been nice to know before I put it on!"
"Just wash it out," said the Koopa. Then, an evil grin flashed across his face. He dashed over to the door. "Hey, Red!" he shouted across the hall. The Pokémon trainer stuck his head out of his room. From the way his hair looked, he had just gotten out of the shower.
"What?"
"Can we borrow Squirtle for a moment?" Bowser asked. Fox's eyes went wide.
"Ignore the Koopa!" he cried, shoving Bowser out of the way and slamming the door. The room burst into mad laughter.
"Well," said Meta Knight, desperately trying (and failing) to keep his normal, stoical demeanor, "I think you've succeeded in scarring Red for life."
"I try," said Bowser with a mock bow. There was a knock at the door.
"We don't want Squirtle!" Fox shouted.
"Why would you want Squirtle?" came the reply. The voice was Krystal's. Fox immediately froze up, now realizing that his date was outside the door and he smelled like cheap cologne. "Anyway," she said, "are you guys ready yet?"
"No."
"Yes."
"Never will be."
"Ready when you are."
"Slightly."
"I don't think so."
The six answers above were all uttered at the exact same time, so the end result was something along the lines of, "Nesillyoulyso." Krystal simply sighed and said, "We're all waiting for you, so hurry up." Then she walked away, her clicking footsteps giving away that she was wearing high heels.
"You heard her, hurry up," Meta repeated, starting for the door.
"Easy for you to say!" retorted Marth.
"You're not the one who had to put on the tux of excruciating doom!" Wolf agreed.
"Yeah, what happened to formal wear?" Falco said, motioning to Meta's attire, which was exactly the same as what he always wore.
"Come on, guys, it's not like he could wear a suit," Bowser argued for him. "He's got a puffball shape. In fact, Meta, I've never really realized, but you have the same shape as Kir—"
"We're ending the conversation now," the Star Warrior butted in, opening the door. "Hurry up." He walked out of the room, leaving the other five to stare blankly at each other. Then, after doing a last minute checkup ("I still smell horrible!" Fox complained.), they followed him. Finally, all six gathered at the bottom of the stairs.
"Where are they?" Marth voiced the question that everyone else had on the tips of their tongues. There was no one in sight.
"They ditched you," said Falco matter-of-factly. "See, this is why I didn't bother with a date."
"I heard that!" The bird's beak dropped, and his eyes went wide.
"K-K-Katt?!" Fox suddenly burst out into a fit of laughter.
"Ha!" he cried. "It's karma for calling Krystal!"
"Katt, you ruined the surprise!" came Zelda's voice.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not letting Falco think he can got to a dance without me!" said the voice that belonged to Katt. "But I'll go down first then." One of the doors upstairs opened, and out walked a black cat with blue eyes. She was wearing a knee-length purple dress. The cat walked down the stairs. "Hey," she said, "name's Katt Monroe. Pleased to meet all of ya." Then Katt walked straight up to Falco and grabbed his wing. "To the ball, my feathered sweetheart!"
"Katt!" whined Falco. "How did you get here?"
"I got a call from someone," she said simply. Falco made a mental note to kill whoever that someone was. "But let's go!" Then she dragged him out into the hallway.
"Wait! Do you even know where you're going?! Guys, help!" But Falco's protests fell on deaf ears, as the rest of the guys were now anxious to see who would come out next. The door opened again, this time revealing the Hyrulian princess. Zelda walked out of the room wearing a deep blue floor-length dress. Sapphire earrings dangled from her ears, and her usually long hair was pulled up into a low bun. To Marth, she seemed to glide down the steps.
"...Hi," was all that he managed to say. Zelda giggled.
"Hi," she said, gently taking his hand. Face red, Marth simply let himself be led down the hall. "We'll see you guys out there!" the princess called.
"Poor Marth never knew what hit him," sighed Wolf. The door swung open, this time revealing a blonde-haired woman. She was wearing a black dress (this one also came down to the knees) with sparkles all over it. It shined brilliantly. She was also wearing black high heels. Carefully coming down the stairs, so not to trip over her high heels, the woman came up to Wolf.
"Are you ready?" she asked. Only then did the wolf realize that this was Samus. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped fifteen inches. Samus let out a laugh, and Meta quietly did, too.
"And Jigglypuff thinks I'm a psychic," he muttered to himself.
"Come on, Wolf," said the bounty hunter, grasping his hand and pulling him down the hall, leaving the other guys to wonder if any of them were walking down that hall willingly. "By the way, you look really nice," she added, making a blush cross Wolf's face as well.
"Y-you do, too!" he stuttered. The two followed Marth and Zelda down the hall.
"And then there were three," muttered Fox. This time, Krystal emerged from the room donning her pale blue outfit. Her matching high heels clicked loudly as she went down the stairs. "And it looks like my date is here!" he said, holding out his arm for the vixen. She took it and smiled at him, and they walked down the hall together. "Good luck, men!" he called.
"Do you think that Krystal noticed the smell?" whispered Bowser. Meta Knight simply shrugged. They both glanced up as the door revealed the penultimate date. Peach, her blonde hair in a ponytail, walked out in her lovely red dress, white lilies almost gleaming in the light. She was right; the red matched Bowser's eyes perfectly. The smile on the princess's face was even bigger than it normally was, and that was saying something. Bowser held out his claw to her as she finished descending from the room, but she completely ignored it and wrapped her arms around him in a hug instead.
"Hiya, Bowser!" she chirped, planting a small kiss on his cheek. The Koopa's face went beet red.
"Hi, Peach..." he managed to mumble out. Releasing him, Peach immediately grabbed one of his claws. As they began to walk down the hall like the others, Bowser looked back at Meta Knight, who, noticing that the Koopa was shaking nervously and still had a face as red as a fire truck, gave an encouraging, if somewhat out-of-character, thumbs up. And then the Star Warrior was left alone.
He might not have noticed it, but he, too, was shaking a little. He tried to shake away the butterflies in his stomach. The door opened slowly. Meta looked up.
She looked amazing. As she stepped out from the room and started down the stairs, Jigglypuff was pretty much the vision of perfect in Meta Knight's eyes. A deep purple iris was tucked behind her left ear. Her bright emerald eyes seemed to glow even more than they did normally. She floated downstairs, her feet barely touching the steps.
"Hi, Meta Knight," she said, smiling. Her voice jerked Meta out of the trance he had been in.
"You...You look gorgeous." The words nearly spilled out of his mouth, and he shut it quickly before he started babbling. Jiggly let out a small laugh.
"Thanks!" She slipped her hand into Meta's gloved one, and he almost instinctively squeezed it. Their eyes met. The feeling had been there before, but now it hit him big time. He swallowed back any doubt he had and let out a deep breath.
"Are you ready?" he asked, squeezing her hand again. She squeezed back.
"Yep."
And, hand in hand, they followed.
It was here.
Crazy Hand: So? Didja like it? Didja didja didja? That was the longest chapter yet! Oh, and UM says she's sorry for making you wait so long.
Me: (wakes up) Huh? (gasp) THE REVIEW COUNT! IT HAS--!
Crazy Hand: (holds finger over mouth) Shush! You'll wake up UM!
Me: ...Okay then. Anyways, Dancing has over one hundred reviews! You guys rock! You don't know how happy your reviews make me. Thanks, and the next update won't take forever, I promise. Cookies to everyone!
Crazy Hand: Including me?
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