Little Shop of Horrors I don't own, and we've just past 900 reviews. BTW, to shadow ninja who sent me the review that they're trying to pass sopa again. What you said better have been a false alarm; I already signed the petition, and we killed it last month. So WHY would they want to bring it up again when we killed it last month? Anyway, enjoy.

*Distraction (Serious Love Triangle)*

"Pythor, I need your help," Jay whined, walking up to the Anacondrai reading his book on the couch.

"What's wrong, Jay?" he asked, not looking up from his book.

"Hypno won't stop swooning over Nya like a lovesick puppy, and I'm getting sick of it."

"He sounds like you."

"Pythor, I'm serious! I mean, she's my girlfriend!"

"Well, the best thing I should suggest is that you distract him. Find him another girl for him swoon over."

"Hey…that just might work. Uh, can I—"

"No, you are not borrowing my sister Vipera."

"Aww…"

*Flytrap*

"Hey, Jay," Acidicus said, coming into the room. "You'll never guess what I got for Flora." Jay then went up to the table, and his face paled when he saw the Venomari's gift for his girlfriend. It's some kind of flytrap.

"Dude, you can't be serious!"

"Why not? She loves plants, and this one can't be an exception."

"Yeah, but have you ever seen Little Shop of Horrors? It's the reason that a flytrap is a bad gift to—"

"What's going on guys?" The two boys turned to see Flora come into the room. When the Anacondrai saw the plant, she gasped with delight.

"Omigosh! Is that a flytrap? Oh, it's so cute!" Acidicus smiled in reply.

"You like it? I got it for you." The delighted Flora then took the pot with care.

"Oh, thank you, Acidicus," she cooed. "I love it." She then kissed him on the cheek before leaving with her new plant.

"You were saying?" the Serpentine asked with a smirk at Jay.

"I'll shut up if you will," he grumbled.

*Meet My Mother*

Pam and Pythor were lying on a picnic blanket and watching the sunset when a thought came to Pam.

"Hey, Pythor, can I ask you something?"

"Of course," he answered, taking a sip of his soda in a champagne glass.

"How do you feel about meeting my mother?" The Anacondrai sputtered into his drink in reply.

"What?!"

"Well, I'm curious because sooner or later, she's going to find out that I'm dating a snake."

"You never told her?"

"I'm not sure how she'll react."

"Well," he answered, placing his hand on hers, "if she's not alright with it, it's her problem and not ours."

"I'm glad you think that, Pythor," she replied with a smile, "because you'll be happy to know that she's coming over for a visit to meet you."

"WHAT?!" he cried, his face becoming pale.

"Gotcha," she replied with a grin.

"I hate it when you do that," he groaned with a sigh of relief.