Author's Note: So here I am, bored out of my mind, surfing the web when it hits me: I've neglected this fanfic. Well, I suppose "neglected" is an understatement since its been- what?- seven months? Heh, heh, yeah.....

Once again, I have no excuse, all I can offer are my sincerest apologies. Yeah, I know, its not much, but come on, we're in a recession here.

Those who are surprised that I'm still pushing on with this, let alone that I'm still alive have every right to be. But this fanfic is called "50 Ways" and damn it, I'm gonna get 50 chapters into this thing, whether it kills my sanity or not.

So without further ado, the amazingly overdue, Chapter 12!!!

By MusicAgainstTheHeart

"Duct tape has many uses: Use One- Hanging posters, Use Two- Decorating book covers, Use Three- fixing broken tail lights on a vehicle, Use Four- Patching ripped clothing, Use Five- Hiding unsightly wallpaper seams, Use Six- Repairing those leaky pipes! And those are only a few!"

"I see." The red-head did not seem to share the same amount of joy that I did, which wasn't unusual, but he could have at least looked up from his book while I read him the joys and wonders of duct tape.

"Ooh! Listen to this one! Use Thirty-Two- You can wallpaper your house with it! Even though that may be slightly expensive, but well worth it for the resulting sophisticated look. And, and-"

~Some-Time-Later~

"I've never understood the phrase 'I eat nails for breakfast', I mean, really, who does that?"

"Its just a phrase."

"I know, but I come on! Just because you're some tough biker-guy with 'Mom' tattooed on your biceps and your hair's all long and in a pony-tail, doesn't mean you eat nails for breakfast. That's not sanitary!"

"Music, just let it go."

"Nor is it healthy! I don't think your stomach can digest metal. Can it? Not only your stomach, but when you swallow it. That would slice your throat. Wouldn't it? And then even if it made it past your throat and your stomach, what if it got caught in your intestines? It would block up everything! Then your food wouldn't be able to pass through! Then you'd have to get surgery and get it removed! Uhg! And even if it didn't get stuck- I don't even want to imagine having to mmph mmph mmpher!"

"Well whadaya know? You were right: duct tape does have many uses."

He duct tape my mouth shut, the jerk. But before I could rip it off, he proceeded to stick me to the wall with the dark substance.

"Use Sevenity-Six- Tape annoying people to walls, floor, celling or bed."

Baby-Cougar's note: All that up there was totally her, dudes. I'm just in a massive spot of writer's block. But I'm working on it! I'll try updating this one, then work on whatever I can muster muse of for. –Sigh-

In better news, I'm doing great as a drawing-painting major at the University. At least I can still draw. =D Also, every time I visit my front page which lists all my fictions, my browser freezes. Does it do this to you, also?

..Does anyone even still read this? D: