This chapter is dedicated to Lolly Dream, this story's first fan, and to the lady who used to live in my tool shed, may she rest in peace.

"So who's up next, bucko?" Miss Valentine asked.

"Perverts," Mr. 1 responded. "First Mr. Tw..First we have Miss Monday-"

"Who?"

"That girl Mr. 8 was partnered up with."

"Oh, I forgot about her. I asked her out of a date once, before I got a real good look at her and...her dress."

"I did, too. After her we have Mr. 0 and Mr...2."

Miss Monday was now sitting in a small pink chair.

Name: Miss Monday (Makiko Ohmoto)

Age: Monday

Favorite Movie: Boys Don't Cry, Bambi

Likes: Dolls and heavy metal

Dislikes: Bombs and crossdressers

"You know, my parents wanted me to be a ninja," Mr. 1 said.

"Oh, really?" Miss Wednesday asked.

"Yes, they wanted me to go to this series called 'Naruto,' but I didn't want to, you know? I wanted to be a superhero. I was even accepted by Marvel Comics!"

"DC Comics is better. Are?"

"Lies, you speak. Anyway, they were from a different continent, so this was pretty big. But of course, Dad just got his belt and said that it was 'Goofy time' again."

"I'd like a guy who can take care of me," Miss Monday said sweetly. Someone who will wrap me in their strong arms and cuddle, just cuddle."

"Hey, Miss All Sunday?" Miss Valentine asked. "Is is 'DC Comics is better,' or 'DC Comics are better?' Because 'Comics' is part of their name, but the sentence flows better with-"

Miss All Sunday used about five of her hands to face-palm herself.

"I think she agrees with me!"

"No fair!" Mr. 1 snapped. Tears swelled up in his eyes.

"Aw, I'm sorry, bucko," Miss Valentine said softy. "Would you like that hug now?"

"Yes, please..."

"Or some chocolate?"

"Yes..."

"Then go get me some, please. Now."

Miss Monday went on, "I like girly things, such as dresses and dollies and...You know, I don't like ponies. One time, when I was a little girl, this pony bit me."

While Miss Monday went on, Mr. 1 left the room and came back with a box of chocolate.

"I thought you would run away," Miss Valentine said, taking the box from him.

"I would never abandon a friend," Mr. 1 declared. "Uh, we are friends, right?"

"Uh..."

"Please, I've been hurt so many times before."

Miss Valentine, mouth now full of chocolate bonbons, clearly said, "Mrphrrhprhpohr."

Miss All Sunday was now wondering if she would be able to strangle them both and get away with it.

Miss Monday continued, "I enjoy riding bikes against a mountainous backdrop, writing yaoi fanfiction, the East Blue derby, and professional swimming. Hope to see you soon."

She blew a kiss towards the camera.

"Nobody understands me!" Mr. 1 bawled. "I just...opened myself up to you-all and...and-"

Miss Valentine stretched her hands to give him a hug, mumbling something incoherently.

"Don't touch me!" Mr. 1 snapped at her. Then he walked out crying.

"I love slumber parties, and I'd love for you to join me," Miss Monday said sheepishly. "Wait...that didn't come out right."