NOTE: Rated "M" for brief Lime moment at the end

Teriyaki Yoko's mother stayed with her a little while longer at her place. Eventually, she caught the first Amtrack back to Phiidelphia. Egg-yolk finally has the place to herself, and we could have a kid when we're ready to. Meanwhile, Kramer finally realized that all those problems were because of his screen door, so he took it down, but that didn't stop him from coming up with more crazy ideas. A restaurant that serves only Peanut Butter sandwiches? Yeah, right! Anyway, about the baby thing, we didn't start, because there's a lot of stuff on the to-do list to get clear.

First: Set up a home recording space for Rammy and a couple of friends to use, since Rammy is still banned from recording studios since Chapter 20. Fortunately, Rammy has a Mac, which comes with GarageBand, so all she needed was a couple of headphones, microphones, mic stands, and 2-to-1 adapters, and I knew just the place: at J&R Music World, near the Brooklyn Bridge.
Lammy and I spent two hours gathering the necessities. We took them down to the desk, and... Oh, no! Not again!
"You want fries with that?"
I walked around and punched up the prices and bagged the items myself, and put the money right into the cash register. The only thing the teen did was just stand there saying "You want fries with that?" just like a broken record.
I took the stuff and we walked to the Chambers Street station. First a J train uptown to Delancy/Essex, then a downtown F train to Carrol Street (Rammy's stop), somewhere near Red Hook. I wasn't so thrilled about that. Wikitravel says Red Hook has a lot of bad guys down there.

We got off and walked over to Henry Street. We saw Rammy on her front stoop, smoking. She is definately one of them. She tossed her cigarette onto a nearby puddle, and we followed her inside, and up to her den.
"Well, it ain't much, but it's home," she smirked, "The computer's over there."
Indeed, the apartment was small with three rooms: a kitchen/dining/living room with the computer on a desk near the door, a bathroom, and a bedroom. Like her Rodneytown den from Chapter 2, the place had goth colors and the bathroom did not have a door on it. Even so, it seemed like a groovy pad, but Rammy doesn't like to use that kind of lingo.
Lammy and I showed her the equipment we got for the impromptu studio. Rammy has guitars, basses, drums, and pianos, and various stuff on the floor.
"Village Boy, you work a lot with plugs and wires and Macs. YOU hook it up," said Rammy.
"What about me?" asked Lammy.
"Go get me a pizza, doppelganger."
So while Lammy went out, I got the stuff hooked up in 40 seconds flat. Rammy just stood there with another cigarette in her hand.
"Okay, " I said, "It's all hooked up, calibrated, and ready to use."
"Thanks," smirked Rammy. Then she yelled out the window to some goth-punk-gangster type kids out on the street, "Hey, guys! The studio is OPEN!"
They all rushed inside at twice the speed as Lammy, who just barely made it through the door with Rammy's pizza.

I finally made my cue to get outta there. I got on an F train and took it up to West 4th Street. Greenwhich Village. Cafe Wha? The Bitter End. Everything was still there. I'm home again! I really wished I had my guitar with me.
I stopped into a nearby Chipotle for some lunch. There, one seat over, was my old girlfriend, Pamaula.
"Tom?"
"Pam?"
"It's great to see you again!" she reached over and hugged me, "Where've you been all this time?"
"Oh, Rodneytown, Amity Park, Chicago, and here I am again! What about you?"
"I've been staying here. My parents moved out, so I've nothing to worry about. Where are you living now?"
"I have this great spot on the Upper West Side. You wanna see?"
"Of course!"
So we got on an Uptown B train.
"Did you find a girlfriend on your adventures?"
"Yeah. I met her at Rodneytown and now she's got a place near Grand Central."
Pam looked up at me, "I really thought we were meant for each other."
"I know. Me too. I'm really sorry we had to break up like that."
"Can we still be friends now that we're back together?"
"Uh... Yeah."
Pam rested her head on my shoulder, like she used to do. The train hit the big curve over to Central Park West, and we got off two stops later.

"It looks really cool!" said Pam as we walked in the room.
Then there was a noise from Kramer's door. A man in a suit left.
"Kramer? Who was THAT?"
"Butcher," he explained, "Newman and I called in for some meat."
"What're you gonna use it for?"
"Make sausages of something out of 'em! Who's your friend?"
I gestured to Pam, "Just a friend."

I excused Kramer and went to answer the buzzing intercom.
"Yeah?"
"It's me, hon," said Egg-yolk's voice.
"Okay, c'mon up!"
"Who is it?"
"My girlfriend. A big diva."
"A big diva? REALLY? What's her name?"
"Does the name Teriyaki Yoko ring a bell?"
"OMG!" yelled Pam with glee, "I listen to her music ALL the time ever since she started singing good!"
Enter the green bug herself.
"OMG! Teriyaki Yoko in person! In FRONT OF ME!"
Pam started to grovel down in front of her.
"I LOVE YOU!" she chanted.
"What's this? Are you starting a cult to worship me?"
"No. Egg-yolk, you got yourself a fan. Pamaula, here, was my old girlfriend before I left the Village."
"I see. I just bought some studio time, hon. You wanna come?"
"We'll catch up with ya."
Egg-yolk left. Pamaula got up.
"So what do you think of her, now that you've met?"
"She's okay, I guess," said Pam, "She's got a cute butt, though."
"You wanna come with me to the studio? I know a shortcut."
"Yeah."
Before we started to leave, Kramer burst in with a VHS in his hand.
"Do you mind if we watch a show in your room?" he said.
"Why not your's?"
"I'm taping a baseball game."
"All right."
Kramer went to the couch and sat down. Newman followed, with two buckets of popcorn in his hand. I groaned.

I took Pam up to the rooftop of the building. On the way, I told her about Amity Park, and meeting Danny, and how I got my ghost powers. I took Pam by the belly, and flashed into ghost form, and took flight. She really enjoyed the breezes as we flew over Central Park, and she stuck out her arms as if they were wings. She was loving every bit of it.
We landed outside the entrance on Lexington, and went inside to the atrium where I have my speech in Chapter 20. I showed Pam to the front desk for a visitor's pass, and then we head upstairs to the studio.
I heard a noise coming from a door with the light off. I knocked. I was allowed in.
MilkCan was listening to their new tape. A Nashville-style rendition of Dylan's "Sign on the Window". There were fiddles on the floor.
Pam whispered "What are they?"
"Cat, mouse, and lamb. Teriyaki is a bug."
"I thought you were afraid of anthro seduction."
"It's a long story. I got over it."
"Oh."
Then Katy turned around.
"Hey, Tom! Who's your friend?"
"This is Pamaula. She's sort of a 'Village Girl'. I used to date her way back when. Pam, this Lammy, Katy Kat, and Ma-San."
"MAMAMAM" said Ma-San (Pleasure)
To my surprise, Pam said "AMAMMAMAMAAMAM" (You're pretty cute.)

We left the booth over to the buffet table in the open space near the elevators.
"You speak mouse?" I asked.
"Of course!" said Pam, "I was in the same class as you, remember?"
Oh yeah.
At the table, I saw our boss, Mr. Jay; his assistant, Baren; Wayne; and Garth.

"Hello, Tom...and friend," said Mr. Jay.
"Now Wayne," said Baren, "Because DeviantART is your show's main sponsor, I think it would be good for Mr. Jay here to have frequent interviews on the show."
"Oh really?" said Wayne, "Mr. Jay is a heck of a nice guy, but I will not bow to any sponsor interview," He took a slice of pizza from a Pizza Hut box.
"Well, some things are the nature of the beast," continued Baren.
"Maybe I'm wrong on this one, but for me, the beast doesn't include selling out," Wayne bit a Dorito chip, "Garth, you know what I'm talking about, right?"
Garth was wearing all Rebook gear that day.
"It's like people do things because they get paid, and that's really sad."
Baren paused and thought about that and spoke, "I think you have a point there, Garth. It's true, Mr. Jay has a tendancy to use up the money he puts in his wallet before the end of the day."
Egg-yolk appeared over by a Capitol One ATM machine.
"What's in YOUR wallet?" she said.
"My eyes are getting red," said Pam.
"There's a Visene for that!" I said.
Baren chuckled, and turned back to Wayne.
"So Wayne, would you like Mr. Jay on your show?"
"I can't talk about it anymore," he interrupted, "It's giving me a headache."
Garth tossed over some pills, "Here. Take two of these!"
"Ah, Nuprin! Little. Yellow. Different."
He swallowed them with some seltzer.
"Come to think of it," said Mr. Jay, "Whose idea was it to put me on the show? Yours or mine?"
Baren paused again, "Mine. Sorry," he turned back to Wayne, "I'm sorry about all this Wayne. Mr. Jay says you don't have to put him on the show, but if you want to, it's your choice."
"Yes...," said Wayne "...and it's the choice of a new generation!" He sipped the last can of Pepsi.

Egg-yolk joined me and Pam in the elevator, and we walked to the subway station at 53rd street.
"So I'll see you around?" said Pam.
"I guess so. You wanna join us for dinner at Old Town tonight?"
"Okay!" Pam kissed me, and then got on a downtown 6 train.
I was left with Egg-yolk, and I agree, she does have a cute butt. We walked downstairs to a downtown E train, then switched for a B at 7th avenue, and up to 81st street.
We saw PaRappa and Sunny walking out of the museum by the time we exited, and they joined us.
"How ya doin', guys?" said PaRappa.
"Fine. Yourself?"
"Sunny has big news."
We crossed the street to my side.
Then Sunny spilled, "We're gonna make love tonight!"
"WOW!" I squealed, "Really?"
She nodded.
"Well, good luck with that!"

We entered the apartment building and walked upstairs.
"I helped Lammy set up a home studio for Rammy. You wanna...?"
"Lammy already told me about it. Sure, I'll give it a looksie, hon. Then we'll make out after dinner, right?"
"Yeah. Right now, I gotta check my messages."
We continued down the hall to my room. I heard some strange conga music coming through there. I opened the door, and we saw Kramer and Newman ruining the kitchen area with sausages lying about.

"What are you doing?"
"Making sausages," said Kramer happily.
I shut off the conga music.
"I thought you were watching a video!"
"Well, yeah! An instructional video on how to make your own sausages!"
"Well, you gotta give them to somebody soon, because I'm coming back tonight, and this place better be clean!"
Then Egg-yolk chimed in, "You don't have to get fussy about it, hon," then turned to Newman, "If you want, I can have those sausages. What's your asking price?"
Newman gave her the eye, then spoke, "So YOU'RE Teriyaki Yoko, huh?" She nodded, "All right. It ain't easy bein' green, so how does 20 bucks sound?"
"Deal," she forked the money to him, "Have those boxed by the time we get back, or else..." she zapped him.
Newman jumped and scurried out, "C'mon, Kramer. Let's go down and get some boxes!"

I walked over to the phone and pressed a button.
Two messages.
"Hey, it's U-1. Uh... Emperor Zowie called me. Said he's comin' over to visit tomorrow. Come on down when you're in, and we can set the place up."
"Hi, Tom. This is Danny. I'm at Prospect Park with Dani, and we're gonna stop at Rammy's on our way back up and check the place out. Yoko called and told us about your old friend. Can't wait to meet her. Gotta go."
BEEP

SO ANYWAY

After a ride on the F train, Egg-yolk and I waited for Danny and Dani to show up on the opposite platform. For three minutes they have not showed up. Then my cell phone rang. It was Danny.
"Tom, we're at the station for Prospect Park. Which train do we take? The B, the Q, or the S?"
"No, you're at the wrong station. That's the one on the east side of the park. You want the one on the southwest side, at 15th street."
"What do we do there?"
"Take any Queens train to Carrol street. We'll see you on the other platform."
I hung up.
"What's keeping them?" asked Egg-yolk.
"Oh, nothing. They're on their way."
We saw a light glow brighter from one end of the tunnel. Danny and Dani flew in, and onto our side of the station. How come I never thought of that?

We went up the stairs, feeling a bit scared on the idea of going to the dwelling of Lammy's evil twin (not sister).
Midway, when we waited to cross the border into Red Hook, Dani was stand...err...floating with one leg in front of the other.
"I have to pee REALLY bad," she whined.
"I told you to go before you went ghost. You remember the ghost jumpsuit is un-take-off-able, right?" scolded Danny.
I rolled my eyes.

When we finally got to Rammy's building, those who were in ghost form (Danny and Dani) flashed out. We all rushed inside to the 3rd floor. Rammy's door was open, as usual. We peeked in, and saw her planted at the computer with Lammy.
"Where's your guys?"
"They're taking a shower. They were at the beach near Coney Island. They bought me this:"
She tossed me a souviner keychain with a miniature picture inside it. I looked throught the hole. It looked like one of her friends standing next to some random woman I don't know. I gave it back.
"Look, now's not a good time for a visit or anything."
"Can I at least use the bathroom?" pleaded Dani.
"All right."
Dani dashed off to the bathroom doorway, and was suprised the doorway didn't have a door. Desperate, she went inside anyway. Dani let out a deep sigh as she came back, and we left.
I could hear Rammy say "Are they gone yet?"
"Yes," said Lammy.
"God, I hate your friends."

Back at the subway station, an F train arrived and Egg-yolk stepped on.
"We'll see you tonight at Old Town okay?" I said.
She nodded, and the train departed. I want to give this tunnel flying a try. So I joined Danny and Dani at the southern end of the platform, and we all assumed a get-ready-to-run position.
"It's a good idea to get a running start when doing this," Danny explained.
"I'll try to remember that."
"3...2...1...GO!"
We flashed into a ghost, and like a plane on a runway, we ran as fast as we could and jumped off the platform. We were flying. This, was indeed, awesome. The breezes from passing trains felt very good. We followed the tunnel up through 6th avenue, then made the turn onto 8th avenue, and out to 81st street.

The sausages were boxed and ready to go when I walked in. They actually smelled good. I took half of the boxes for myself. I hauled the rest on a janitor's cart back down to the subway station. I took a C train down to 42nd street, and switched in the opposite direction for the E. (The transfer to the 7 was not wheelchair accessible from 8th avenue, so this was my recomended detour).
After a transfer to the 6 at Lexington, I was at Grand Central. I hauled the cart to the Chrysler building exit (surely there's elevators over there), and down to Egg-yolk's apartment building.
The sleepy doorman was on duty again. I told him to call down Egg-yolk, and have him bring up the sausages. I stayed down at the lobby to avoid another Charles encounter.

SO THAT HAPPENED

At the Old Town, everyone who promised to be there was there. Danny, Dani, Lammy, Rammy, Pam, Me, and Egg-yolk.
After the necessary introductions, PaRappa and Sunny entered.
"So how did it go?" I asked.
"I'm pregnant!" said a delighted Sunny.
Then Rammy sarcasticly piped in "Hooray for you."
"Who talked you into that?" asked Pam.
"My mom," said Egg-yolk, who was reminded that we're next, "We had her over a few weeks ago, then she started nagging us about having a baby because we're all adults now. We all figured if we do it now, she won't have to keep nagging us."
"What a crazy mom!" said Pam, "Do you think I should find a mate?"
"I could fix you up with U-1. He's a... normal guy. No big personal superpowers to interfere with."
"I don't see any problem with that."
"Good. He lives up at my building. I'll be on hand to help out."
"Tom, you bug!" Pam hugged me.
Egg-yolk cleared her throat, "I'M the bug, hon!"

So after dinner, we went our seperate ways at the subway station. Pam got took an N train back to her pad in SoHo. Rammy took a 6 train down to Bleecker for the F back to Red Hook. PaRappa and Sunny got on an L train (I'm guessing...Williamsburg or Chelsea). Lammy, Danny, and Dani got on a Q train up to Times Square for the C train to 81st. It was down to me and Egg-yolk. We took a 4 train up to Grand Central, and upstairs to her pad.

"Are you ready for this?" She said as we opened the door.
I nodded, and followed her inside and turned on the lights. We took our clothes off and got in our king-sized bed. We started to collide. I felt a bit nervous. No sponge, no pill... the barrier was open.
Finally, it "went in", and we let out a deep sigh. We did it. This is it.

Teriyaki Yoko is pregnant.