Do I use "..." too much? So far, I've used it 74 times...wow. (Make that 75.)

On Friday, there's going to be another Goliath Art reveal, should I do a spoof for it?

DISCLAIMER: "Characters owned by His Supreme Awesomeness Scott Westerfeld. " – Gaeliss Felin on Deviant Art. (I don't own that quote, either.)

Alek carefully lifted the heavy gear and—"Blisters!" He dropped it on his toe.

"Pardon me?" Klopp turned to face him, a confused expression on his face.

"Hm? Oh...did I really just say that?" Alek asked, horrified. "Ach, I'm turning into a Dylan."

. . .

"Tierce, tierce! No, your form's wrong. "Pointe, quarte." Volger sighed and poked Alek with the tip of his sword.

"Barking spiders, Volger, that hurt!" Alek rubbed his side.

"...Excuse me?"

"What? Oh no, I did it again, didn't I?"

. . .

"What are you drawing?" Alek peered over Dylan's shoulder.

"Just some random doodles; I haven't had a squick of inspiration in days." His pencil squiggled aimlessly on the paper.

"Really? It looks b—quite good." Alek barely managed to catch himself. "Erm...yeah. Anyways, why not draw Bovril or some other fabricated beast?" Alek suggested.

"Eh, I've tried, it's too barking hard to draw." He shrugged and flipped back in his sketchbook. "Hey, this is your Stormwalker! That brings back memories." Dylan gazed dreamily into the distance

"Mhm. Can I see?" He took the pad and flipped through the pages. "These are really quite good, and—blisters!" Alek cried, waving his cut finger.

"What did you just say?"

"Uh...nothing?"

"Aw...I'm rubbing off on you."

(Play format—do you mind?)

Alek: Dylan, look at this. *holds out newspaper*

Deryn: Hm? "Women allowed to join army." Barking spiders...

Alek (indignantly): I know, I can't believe it either! Isn't it horrible?

Deryn: Horrible? Are you daft? It's pure dead brilliant! This is the greatest day of my life!

Alek (confused) : What...?

Deryn (spazzy): I'm a barking girl, you ninny! *brandishes newspaper* IN YOUR FACE! *runs out*

Bovril (I-told-you-so sorta tone): Mr. Sharp. *giggles*

Alek: ...

I was really bored in math, the result? This last spoof! I couldn't be bothered to add text and whatnot around it, so I decided "what the hey," and put it like so.

Answer: Alex Rider, from Crocodile Tears, by Anthony Horowitz. Sigh...next book comes out in...*checks calendar* 3 days. Meh, it's sooner than Goliath.

Question: Tazza or Total? Also, would Newkirk be jealous of Dylan and Alek's friendship? I mean, Newkirk and Dylan were great friends, then Alek comes along and BAM! Newkirk's in the shadows.