T: *laying down three cards * Queens.

SHADI: *laying down five cards * Kings.

T: Bullshit!

SHADI: Don't swear! *Slaps her hand *

T: But Bullshit is the name of the game-

SHADI: Don't swear! * Slaps her hand *

T: * scowling * doesn't matter! I win!

SHADI: Why? How did you know I was bluffing! *Sinks to his knees *

T: Shadi, they're aren't five kings in a deck.

SHADI: Oh, Ra! Man am I thick! Best two out of three?

T: That was six games ago. You lose! You have to do the disclaimer!

SHADI: * sigh * T does not own Star wars, Lord of the rings, Yu-Gi-Oh. She's not Takahashi, Lucas or Tolkien. That would be some personality disorder!

T: Why does everyone say that?

Chapter Seven

IN WHICH THERE IS MUCH DARK

Ever since Yoda's words of wisdom, things were going considerably better. But many still felt that the peace would not last as long as hoped...
"Hey! Who turned out the lights!" There was a lot of commotion as the houshare found themselves in the pitch-blackness. "Hey! Watch it!" "Sorry! Sheesh..."
Soon, they found their way to the living room, where Gandalf was, as they could detect from the glow of his pipe. "I think Legolas blew a fuse with that blasted hair dryer!" Han said. "Oh, that's right, blame the elf! The elf always gets the blame!"
"Because it's usually your fault!" "Anyways, it wasn't me, I was down here the whole time!"
"Indeed he was." Said Gandalf. "Riddles in the dark..." He took a puff of his pipe.
Leia pulled back the curtain, pointing to the storm outside. "Hey geniuses! It's a power failure! And could you please put that out?" She coughed, and Gandalf, muttering, snuffed it out.
" Well, what now then?" Han asked, leaning back on the wall, which was not the wall, but Yami Bakura.
"Watch it!" He hissed, and Han pulled away, disgusted that he had touched him, and in his hurry knocked over Yugi, who fell on Chewie, who in turn caused both Leia and Yoda to hit the floor, and dragged Bakura with them, who had grabbed onto Yami Yugi to try to stay up. Yami Yugi fell forward, knocking over Gandalf's chair. Gandalf hit the floor with a thud, and somehow managed to pull the rug out from under Legolas, who crashed down on top of Tea, who knocked over the lamp, which hit Yami Bakura, who grabbed Han as a cushion before he fell.
Groaning and somewhat bruised, the houshare managed to untangle themselves and stood up. They agreed that they should try to find another source of light, and it was voted that Tea should make the journey down into the cellar.
"This is so unfair." She muttered to herself. "Gandalf has a staff that can light up, he could be doing this!" Tea groped around through the dark, slipping on the damp ground several times.
A hissing sound caught her attention, and she turned around fast, only to discover that nothing was there. "You're just imagining it." she told herself, and pressed on. But once again she heard the unnatural hissing.
Tea whimpered, slightly afraid, but then remembering Yami's distasteful jokes, called back. "Very funny!" she felt something brush past her. "Guys?" there came no reply, but soon Yami's sneering voice floated down the stairs to her ears.
"It's a simple mission, Tea. Don't tell me you're lost?" Again something ran by, to her left this time. " Yami? But if you're up there? Who's down here..." "It's mine..." came a low, hissing voice. "Yami! That's not funny!" "I assure you Tea, I'm not trying to frighten you. Although that would be fun." Yami Bakura said.
"Well then if it's not you who is it?" Tea snapped, continuing on through the darkness.
"Yami, are you frightening the poor girl?" Said Gandalf sternly. "I am not! For once I'm telling the truth."
"My own..." Came the voice. "It's not him!" Tea whimpered. " Well, I just left Han, Chewie, Yoda, Leia, Bakura, Yugi and his Yami in the living room. Legolas!" "What?" Realizing that there was no one left, Tea's blood froze.
"My precious..." Two glowing eyes appeared in the far corner. Tea screamed, and bolted back up the stairs, the thing at her heels.
Shrieking, she ran straight into Gandalf. Gandalf, hearing the second set of footsteps, thrust his glowing staff down the staircase, illuminating the face of a slimy, ugly creature that was running on all fours. Yami Bakura screamed, and cowered against the kitchen counter.
The creature, shielding its great green eyes from the light, fell backwards, hissing, down the stairs.
"Gollum?" Gandalf said in surprise, gazing at the crumpled heap at the bottom of the stairs. "That thing has a name?" Tea said, recovering, quite amused at Yami's reaction.
"It's mine! We wants it! You have it! The precious!" The creature Gollum babbled, clutching Gandalf's robes with its freakishly large hands and shaking him.
"He's talking about the ring of power. It's been long since destroyed. He's gone quite mad, following any shiny object that comes his way." Gandalf explained to Tea, as they watched Gollum rifle through a cabinet, before pulling out a box of tin foil and caressing it lovingly.
"It's mine! My own! My precious! Gollum!" He cried, turning to Yami, who blanched and backed away slowly.
"What the hell is going on here?" Han cried, as the rest of the houseshare trooped into the kitchen, gazing in horror at the creature that was now stealing several forks and spoons.
"Gollum, the newest member of the houseshare." Tea explained. "I'm locking that thing in the closet under the stairs!" Exclaimed Yami Bakura, still deathly pale.

WITTY PHANTOM: *standing in the midst of a small art gallery* Ah, some of my most favourite works of art are in this room! Ah, Van Gogh, Rembrandt, Monet. Why, I even have a few Picassos-

RAY: *pointing to a picture* who's that naked chick in the clam?

WITTY PHANTOM: A very famous picture indeed. And that 'naked chick' is Venus, the roman goddess of love and romance.

RAY: Okay, But I still don't get why we're here.

WITTY PHANTOM: *evil grin* Well, I guess you could say some of the art in this room has given me a kind of, inspiration, shall we say, of how to introduce another member of the houseshare. *Cackles deviously*

RAY: You got any paintings of-

WITTY PHANTOM: *stops laughing* No beavers!

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T and Shadi are now playing Blackjack. Er. Strip Blackjack o. O

SHADI: * reduced to his turban and boxer shorts * Hit me.

T: But you've got twenty!

SHADI: Hit me.

T: But-

SHADI: I've got a good feeling about this next card.

T: Thirty. I win! Man you bite at blackjack too! Make with the turban.

SHADI: * sigh* * unwraps turban * I'm not out yet!

T: Wha?! You know what'll happen if you lose!

SHADI: Hit me!

As the sheet of cloth flutters to the floor, it spells out the words "Read and review"

SHADI: Arrgh! I lost again!

T: Umm. That's okay. I'll just bask in the glory of defeating you.

SHADI: No, no, you won fair and square.

T: No really. MY EYES! *Runs out the door * NEXT TO COME, I WANT MY CHEEZIE POOFS!