A/N Here's chapter twelve! It's going fast!

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'So, we're back home, with our Chinese food. What did you get Ian?' Anthony asked, pointing the camera at Ian.

'I've got some…' He paused for a moment, 'Rice! What a surprise. The rice is joined by some beans, and it looks absolutely… disgusting. I don't know if I can eat this, guys!' He said, with a disgusted look on his face. Lysa silently agreed with this statement, but decided to tease him for a little bit.

'I'm sure it isn't that bad Ian, you're exaggerating. It looks delicious!' She said. Ian looked at her with a shocked look.

'You think this is delicious? Well, let us see what you've gotten; see if you're still so positive about our food then!' He answered defiant. Lysa agreed.

'Sure! I've got some…' She started excited, but that excitement dropped completely after she opened the box. 'Rice with some sort of sauce from unknown substance, and, overcooked eggs.' Her shoulders slumped. 'I didn't think I'd ever say this Ian, but you were right. Maybe we should've gotten something else.' Anthony laughed.

'You think this is funny?' Ian asked insulted. Anthony nodded. 'Well, let us see your food then!' Anthony hesitantly opened his box and bursted out laughing. What was in his box?

'Look, I've got nothing! Looks like they gave me the wrong box! Guess I'll just have to order pizza then.' Ian and Lysa jumped up from their chairs after Anthony said this.

'Oh no, you won't! You'll just have to share with us! I'm sure you'll love our food!' Ian shouted, throwing about all of his food in Anthony's box. Anthony didn't seem too happy with this.

'No, I'm fine guys, you don't have to.' He muttered.

'But we want to!' Lysa shouted, also emptying her box in Anthony's. 'We wouldn't want to deprive you of our delicious food. We're far too generous for that.' Ian grabbed the camera out of Anthony's hand.

'Come on, first bite!' he said teasingly, pointing the camera at Anthony. Anthony looked at him with sad eyes, though a hint of mischief was visible. What was he up to?

'If you insist…' He hesitantly took a small bite and instantly started to consume everything at once. 'This is indeed delicious! Thanks!' He shouted somewhere in between two bites. All Lysa and Ian could do was watching aghast. After about half a minute Ian cautiously spoke up.

'Anthony, isn't it time for something?' Anthony looked up from his food. It took some time before his mouth was completely empty, but when he was done he grabbed his phone out of his pocket and started singing while pumping his arm to and fro:

'Finding Twitter questions! Finding Twitter questions! Finding Twitter questions!' After a couple of seconds he had found one that pleased him:

'"For the girl with you: Do a piggyback ride with Ian and Anthony!" Well girl, you're up for it?'

Lysa blushed. A piggyback ride? With Ian and Anthony? It wasn't her first choice, but she didn't want to seem week, so she nodded.

'My pleasure! Who wants first?' The two men seemed a bit surprised by her eagerness, but Anthony stood up.

'I'll gladly offer this young lady a ride.' He said politely, while bowing down. Lysa climbed on his back with a little bit of effort, and suddenly Anthony began to run through the room like a madman.

'Anthony, stop! Help, Ian! HELP!' She screamed panicked. She was really afraid now. Why did Ian just laugh? This isn't something to be laughing about! Finally, Anthony sat her down on the couch, but she wasn't done yet. Now it was Ian's turn. Oh God, he'd probably try to make his piggyback even worse than Anthony's.

'What are you waiting for girl? Climb on my back!' Ian said. Wow, that sounded dirty. Reluctantly, she climbed on his back. She couldn't back down now. To her surprise, Ian didn't make it that bad at all. He just slowly walked a couple of circles trough the room and gently put her down.

'I would never do that to a lady!' He shouted at Anthony, after they sat down again. Right. Like he wasn't the one who'd been teasing her ever since she arrived at his house. Oh well, she was just glad he didn't pull a madman run like Anthony.

'So, any other questions that don't involve me almost dying?' She asked Anthony who had picked up his phone again.

'Erm, what about: "Choose between prank calling the president or your most strictly teacher or family member."?' He pointed the camera to Ian.

'I would definitely prank call the president. I mean, what could he do to me? Sentence me to death? Like that's possible.' He said, in another example of brilliant "Ian-logic". Now, Anthony turned the camera to Lysa. She answered immediately.

'Definitely my most strictly, erm, acquaintance. Not that I know many people…' She trailed off, frowning. Anthony put a comforting hand on her shoulder. Trying to cheer her up, he quickly answered himself.

'I have to agree with Ian. My uncle would probably kill me if I prank called him. I can't imagine the president doing that…' Lysa smiled at his attempt to cheer her up. She really should stop with becoming so sad all the time. It wasn't doing anyone any good. She pulled herself together, and was kind of happy for the rest of the episode. Then, the end came near.

'So, you guys might wonder why we haven't told you this little lady's name yet…' Anthony started.

'And why she's living with us. That could be a question of yours too.' Ian added.

'I can imagine that they're wondering a little bit.' Lysa confirmed.

'Well, we didn't just forget it, if that's what you're thinking!' Anthony continued. 'We actually have a very good reason!'

'This may be a little bit unbelievable, but we swear, it's real. It's not some sort of publicity stunt. This actually happened, and we're really serious.' Lysa said in a serious tone.

'See, she kind of saved my life.' Ian said. 'She pushed me out of the way of a speeding car, hit her head and lost her memory. Then, since we didn't know anyone who knew her, and she didn't know anyone who knew her, and she didn't have anywhere to go, we took her in!' He paused and gasped for breath for a second. 'Whoa, that was a long sentence.'

'We know it sounds crazy, like this young lady said, but it's true, we swear.' Anthony continued. 'So we have a question for you guys. If you know her, please send us a mail! The mail-address is in the description. And use her name as the subject, to prove you really know her. That's the only thing she remembers about herself.' He stared into the camera for a moment, before turning his gaze at Lysa. She smiled weakly.

'Thanks in advance for mailing guys. Again, this is no joke. And also, please don't send us prank-mail. We really appreciate your consideration.' She smiled and looked at Ian and Anthony.

'So, we end this episode with this serious request, though it sounds crazy. See you guys next Thursday!' Ian said. Anthony and Lysa ended the video at the same time.

'Bye, bitches!' They shouted in unison. Anthony stopped recording.

'So, you guys think they'll believe it?' Lysa asked unsure. 'It is a crazy message, and Smosh isn't exactly known for its seriousness.'

'Well, there'll always be people who won't believe us, but that doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that someone who knows you recognizes you and mails. And who knows, maybe someone will! Maybe this will go viral!' Anthony reassured her. 'We can only hope. And when nothing happens, you can just play in more vids. Until we do get a legit response.' Lysa smiled.

'Thanks Anthony, you're great. And you too Ian.' They smiled.

'We're happy to help.'

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A/N The message is out! Hope you like it! Also, fun fact: the average human can live for about forty days without food, but only three days without reviews! I'm already holding on for about a week, but I don't know how long I can continue. Help me survive, review! Please, I'm begging you! Argh! *slowly and painfully dying*