(A/N: As stated in the previous chapter, we're going to have most of the remainder of this story be wholesome{the last two interludes are an exception}, so if you've noticed the sudden shift from darker territories and realism to wholesome fun and wacky humor, here's the reason.

Also, once we're done with this story, we'll be revealing a lot of changes for the characters from the next story and onwards once we get to Secret Life. So keep that in mind. Finally, as we had stated before, this episode, like so many others before and after, are rewritten so that we, and possibly you, dear readers, can enjoy them. So if there's any questions about why none of the events in the chapters line up with the events of the episodes{and trust me, watching these episodes aren't a walk in the park for me}, here's your answer to why. With that out of the way, hope you enjoy the chapter. Please comment, as the co-author wants to know what you think of Across The Multiverse Productions so far, and if there's anything that we need to improve on as we continue onwards with writing more stories down the line.)

Aaron and Sabrina's P.O.V.-Greendale Junior High-December 13th, 2011-3:05 P.M.

Aaron opened his locker, putting his school stuff away while grabbing his backpack, when Sabrina ran up to his locker, breathing heavily.

"Are you okay, Sabreeny?" Aaron asked, concern is evident in his tone.

Sabrina nodded as she recovered from her run. Once recovered, she asked, "So, Aaron, want to join me?"

Aaron's face went to bafflement, wondering why would Sabrina ask that question. "Sabrina, I know you want to try new things, but I don't think a cult is a good idea." Aaron said.

Sabrina was at first confused by what Aaron said. Then, once she fully processed it, she internally groaned. She didn't know if she wanted to laugh at the idea of Aaron automatically assuming that she meant a cult, or hit him for thinking that she meant a cult.

Deciding to push down those ideas, Sabrina said, "No. Why would you think I meant a cult?"

"Because you said, 'want to join me?'." Aaron replied.

"Yeah, on a family vacation. Hilda and Zelda said I could bring a friend, and I would bring Chloe, but she's not allowed on the NetherWorld." Sabrina said.

"Oh. Well, why didn't you say so?" Aaron asked, ripping off his winter clothing, revealing, much to Sabrina's increasing shock, and annoyance, vacation clothing.

"Have you been wearing that the whole time?" Sabrina asked.

"You might never know if an opportunity like this would come up," Aaron said.

"Aaron, we're in the middle of December." Sabrina pointed out.

"And at this point, Hawaii and Australia aren't covered in snow, as usual." Aaron retorted.

"Aaron, keep silent for the next minute or I swear on everything unholy, I'm not responsible for the injuries you'll 'miraculously' get on you." Sabrina said.

In response to that, Aaron cautiously closed his locker and slowly backed away. "See you at your place," Aaron said, before running away.

"...I can't believe he forgot Arizona and California in the list of places without snow. At least, places that we know doesn't have snow." Sabrina said after a moment, slightly upset about the fact, forgetting that she just threatened Aaron to keep silent just a moment ago.

"Oh well, I'll meet him back at my house. After all, he can't resist the cookies I make." Sabrina said.

"I thought I made those cookies," Melissa said.

"No, you made the brownies," Emily corrected, as the two walked over to Sabrina.

"...This is the least confusing thing in my life," Sabrina muttered to herself as she and her two sisters exited the school building and headed home.

Meanwhile-Zelda, Hilda and Quigley's P.O.V.-Spellman's Residence, Living Room-3:10 P.M.

Hilda groaned, not or the first time, about the destination of the family trip. "But why can't we just go to on the usual skiing trip?" she asked.

"Because everytime we do, you just want to look at the hot 'stud muffins'." Zelda argued.

"But Zelda," Hilda whined.

"Hilda, suck it up. Everyone has to freeze their butts off just so you can look at 'stud muffins'. Now you all can sweat while Zelda can look at her hot tour guide," Quigley interjected, shutting down Hilda's whining fest.

"I guess so," she conceded, pouting a bit.

"Quigley! The purpose of the vacation is not for me to ogle the tour guide!" Zelda protested.

"No, but you can't deny that you were thinking of looking at him." Quigley said.

"I was thinking of looking at her, yes, but that's not the intent of the trip." Zelda said.

"Wait, the guide's a girl?" Quigley asked. "Now I just feel silly for assuming she was a he." Despite the time period Quigley was born, grew up, and even fought a war in, he accepted Zelda's sexuality pretty well.

"It doesn't matter the gender of the tour guide! I don't want to sweat in the forest while Zelda make googly eyes with a nerd!" Hilda exclaimed.

"She's not a nerd. Plus, isn't the Nostalgia Critic a nerd?" Zelda asked.

"No! The Nostalgia Critic is a critic! It's the Angry Video Game Nerd who is the nerd! Get it right, Zelda!" Hilda snapped.

"Isn't a critic and a nerd technically the same thing?" Quigley asked.

Unable to come up with a retort, Hilda decided to answer Quigley's question with a nonverbal answer. By that, we mean a punch to the face.

"Why does this happen to me?" Quigley asked, rubbing the recently punched cheek.

"Because I didn't have an retort." Hilda said.

"What happened to the stress ball I gave you for this exact reason?" Zelda asked.

"I lost it. Along with the receipt," Hilda said.

Right at that moment, Emily, Melissa and Sabrina entered the living room.

"We're back!" Melissa exclaimed.

"Good. Do you have everything packed?" Zelda asked.

"I think so?" Melissa said.

"Definitely," Emily confirmed.

"Emily, your pants are missing. Again." Sabrina said, pointing downwards.

True to her words, Emily's pants was missing, leaving her lower half covered in her boxers and socks.

"Oh come on! I literally walked in here with pants on! Of all the times for them to disappear," Emily grumbled as she walked upstairs to grab some pants.

"Speaking of missing things, or a certain person," Sabrina said as she lifted her hands up to the air next to her and pulled, yanking Aaron right next to her, still in vacation clothing.

"Sabrina, I thought I was the only one who get to break reality?" Aaron said, not questioning the sudden shift in places.

"Don't you take this moment from me!" Sabrina demanded, sounding like a demonic entity.

"Jesus, when did you get possessed by Satan? Or more accurately, Dracula?" Aaron asked.

"Welp, back. And I got pants on," Emily said, coming down the stairs.

"...I'm not going to ask. And I chose not to make a comment about that." Aaron said.

"Well, since we're all ready, get in the bathtub!" Zelda said.

In just a few minutes, every Spellman female, and Aaron, were in the bathtub, using the portal to head to the NetherWorld. Quigley was left alone in silence, wondering to himself what he should do. Then, it hit him.

"Well, it's time to test out that new snow plower I've got last week!" Quigley said, running off to put on the appropriate clothing. However, he didn't realize that by the day's end, he'll regret buying the snow plower.

Meanwhile-NetherWorld's Prison-Tim the Witchsmeller's P.O.V.

On the cliffside of the NetherWorld's Prison, a spoon poke through, making a hole. Shortly afterwards, the owner of said spoon, Tim the Witchsmeller, and his aardvark, Elton, crawled out of the hole.

Tim cackled like a maniac, which at this point, he was. "Those fools told me it would take centuries to dig a hole, but I've proved them wrong! Now, it's time to head to the mortal realm and claim my justice on those Spellman witches! And that annoying brat!" Tim exclaimed.

While cackling, he didn't noticed that the targets of his so-called 'justice' were getting on a boat with their tour guide. In fact, he would've not even known where they had gone if it wasn't for Elton grunting, trying to get Tim's attention.

"Not now, Elton. I have three more minutes of gloating left to do," Tim said, about to cackle again.

Elton, however, grabbed his owner's face and turned it so that Tim would see his targets leaving on the boat.

"So, they're here?" Tim asked in slight confusion. Confusion, however, changed into smugness. "They just made this so much easier. Come on, Elton. We're hunting witches and warlocks." Tim said, as the two head towards the docks, planning on stealing a boat.

Meanwhile-Mortal Realm, California-Ares and Strife's P.O.V.

"I don't get it, Strife. All of my flawless strategies seem to fail. I didn't get those producers for my 'brother's' show to kill each other. My plan to swap Xena and what-his-name's souls at that convention didn't work either. And recently, all of my plans to get that child to be my next warlord is failing miserably. What am I doing wrong?" Ares asked, pacing around.

"Maybe you're thinking too hard?" Strife suggested.

"Strife, one can never think to-" Ares began as he turned towards Strife's direction, until he noticed an odd movie on the television. "Strife, what are you watching?"

"Monty Python and the Holy Grail." Strife answered. As if to confirm his words, the movie showed one of the hilarious moments.

"Look, you stupid bastard, you've got no arms left!" exclaimed King Arthur.

"Yes I have." claimed the Black Knight.

"LOOK!"

"Just a flesh wound!"

"You know, Ares? I noticed something similar between you and the Black Knight," Strife said.

"If you say stupidity, I'll murder you." Ares threatened.

"No. It's the fact you two are stubborn." Strife said.

"And I'm proud to be stubborn!" Ares declared.

"Why don't we take a vacation? I mean, what's the worse that can happen?" Strife asked.

"Another day without a warlord." Ares retorted.

"Uncle Ares, you had survived for 2,000 years without a warlord. I think another day isn't going to kill you," Strife deadpanned.

"...Fine. What do you have in mind?" Ares asked.

"Well, we can go to Hawaii, where we can finally me-" Strife began.

"No." Ares interjected, instantly shooting down that idea.

"What about Transylvania?" Strife suggested.

"Nah, it's a hub for supernatural." Ares stated.

"Hyrule?"

"We don't talk about it."

"What about this 'NetherWorld' place?" Strife asked, handing Ares a flyer for the tour there, along with the names of the people invited there.

"Strife, that's stupid. Who wants to go to this Nether...World?" Ares asked, changing his tune as soon as he saw the name of his future warlord on there. "Strife, you magnificent bastard. You read my book."

Strife, realizing the mistake he've made, burned the flyer. "Who actually needs to go to that place? Why not good old Mount Olympus, am I right?" he asked.

5 Minutes Later

"This vacations sucks," Strife complained, crammed into a duffle bag via Ares. Suddenly, Strife's 3DS fell on top of him.

"Ah, The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time 3D. This will distract from this horrible idea of a plan," Strife said, and, like he said, it distracted him.

Meanwhile-Random Fancy Restaurant-Discord's P.O.V.

"I know Ares stood me up, but where's the decapitated body on the horse? That's always the sign he gives when he does this," Discord muses to herself, tapping her foot impatiently.

At least she didn't put on one of her fancy outfits. She just threw on whatever was in her closet, which was the very outfit she wore everyday since the Greek era.

"While waiting, I'll just see who needs to be punished," she said, flipping through the newspaper. Once reading a part about a white-haired teen going to Japan as a foreign-exchange student, she threw the paper on the table.

"I can't punish him! He doesn't even remember what he did in his previous life!"

At that moment, an raven flew to the table. Now, to a normal person, a raven flying into a restaurant would be shameful. But to Discord, it was a message that Ares was chasing after his potential warlord. And she knows who it is.

"Well, if I can't punish Dracula, then I can punish this kid with death," Discord said, standing up with a smirk. "It'll remind Ares of that lesson he should've learned from that camp with those horny counselors. Plus, I'll be free of the blight on my record provided by that horse of Xena's!

"Bye, suckers!" Discord exclaimed as she disappeared in a wave of flames, heading to where Ares is heading. However, she, Ares and Strife would have no idea that they would get more than they bargained for. Mostly Ares and Discord, if we're honest.

1 Hour Later-Somewhere in the NetherWorld-Ares, Strife, Discord and Tim's P.O.V.

"We're almost there, Strife!" Ares said, jogging with the duffel bag on his shoulder.

"Oh boy, I would love to see your plan fail, but I'm crammed in this duffel bag, my arms and legs are numb, and ALL I SEE ARE SWEAT FUMES!" Strife shouted.

"Oh yeah," Ares realized, setting the bag down and opening it. Only to get a faceful of sweat fumes. "Oh, gods, the fumes!" Ares exclaimed, covering his face.

"Do you know hard it was to get those fumes? I had to set myself on fire just to increase the heat," Strife explained as he climbed out of the bag before cackling. "But I'm free! FREE!" Strife cackled as he ran away, heading away from the forest Ares was heading towards. "Nothing can stop me!"

Unfortunately, Strife tempted fate. It was at that moment that Discord popped out of the fireball that popped out of nowhere, much to Strife's horror.

"Noooo." Strife groaned.

"You., boy. Come with me to confront Ares," Discord said, gripping Strife's upper arm and dragged him towards Ares.

"Why do you keep involving me in your love quarrels?" Strife whined.

"Because you live with him, you're the one who got us together, and I want my decapitated body on a horse, damnnit!" Discord said.

Strife pulled out his compact mirror to glare at his own reflection. "This is all your fault for making Tinder!" he declared, punching the mirror, cutting his own hand in the process. "Ow," Strife said, holding his bleeding hand.

"I don't care about your 'me, me, me' complex. I care about my 'me, me, me' complex." Discord said.

"Geez, mom. Is it too late to move to Riverdale?" Strife deadpanned.

"Yes. Now, it won't be long until I make Ares your new dad." Discord proclaimed.

"It didn't work the other 29,000 times, and it won't work now. What makes you think it will anyways?"

"Sex."

"Yes, I know how I was born. You couldn't keep it in your pants, could you?" Strife asked, as a rim shot played in the background.

"The fact that, like dad, you had so many relationships. Oh, wait, dad's the one who left all those mortal women to hang, unlike all those mortals and gods who left you." Ares snarked.

Discord was silent for a few moments. Then, she lunged at Ares, pinning him to the ground.

Strife, used to this by now, rolled his eyes as he walked away. He noticed Tim's sithoulette messing with something, but, due to not knowing who he was, think it's Soft-Boiled Egg Boy's from Stranger Things twin brother.

Yes, despite the fact he knows the show isn't out yet at this point in time, he still has access to it via the powers of time travel...and Netflix of the future. Besides, he's a god. Gods can do anything, including coming back from the dead using a Chronos Stone that Strife later took and hid in his closet to prevent the deaths that happened to them beforehand. But mostly the benefits of being a god.

Sitting next to Tim, Strife let out a sigh and say, "Those two in Spain were right: it's tough to be a god."

Tim, who was annoyed that some random person dare sit next to him and Elton while he's trying to figure out how to defeat the witches and warlock, perked up at the mention of god. It's like losing a penny and finding a dollar. Or, in Tim's mind, unable to deal with a minor problem but getting a way to deal with the source of a major issue.

"Did you say, 'god'?" Tim asked, not bothering to hide his intentions.

"Yeah. So are those two 'horny teens'," Strife said with air quotes, pointing at Ares and Discord, who were now slap-fighting each other.

"But you're a god, right?" Tim asked.

"Yeah, wh..." Strife began to say, only to realize where Tim was going at, then realize his own mistake. "Uh, hey, look at the time," Strife said.

"I don't see what time has to do with anything," Tim said, glancing at his own watch. Looking back up, he saw that Strife was gone.

"Dang it, I lost my only method to get rid of magic forever! Now I have to resort to using 'horny teens'." Tim said glumly.

Right when Discord and Ares would've gone into a more divine style of fighting, Tim and Elton jumped out of the bushes, Tim's anti-magic equipment in hand. "Halt, horny teens, so I can capture you!"

"Oh crud, it's a pedo!" Ares exclaimed.

"Don't be stupid, it's cl-Are you running?" Discord asked, seeing that Ares was clearly running away.

"I don't want to be gangbanged again," Ares protested.

"It's clearly the press. ...Oh no! I can't let them see us together! We don't have a ring bearer!" Discord said, running after Ares.

"Hey, get back here!" Tim shouted as he and Elton chased after the two gods.

Chase Scene Begins

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(Here's a chase scene song. Enjoy, as it fits the moment. Plus, I just wanted to have a Scooby-Doo chase scene song in here.)

The two gods ran to a part of the forest where there were doors. The two ran into one door, closing it behind them.

Tim and Elton soon ran to that part of the forest, trying to find the two gods, who opened a door behind Tim and Elton. The two noticed and ran through the door, chasing the gods.

Soon, there were chaos as the four keep going through random doors, either running past each other, or somehow chasing the other.

At one point, a certain group of mystery-solving teens and their talking dog ran out of a door.

"How did we end up here?" asked a certain female with glasses.

"Like, we're trying to run from the ghost, not trying to get caught!" exclaimed a certain coward as he dragged the female through a door.

End of Chase Scene

After the group left, Tim and Elton went through one more door, only to look at them in confusion.

"Elton, my eyes must be playing tricks on me, because I thought I saw doors in this forest. But that's silly. Doors can't be forests," Tim said as Elton gave a noise of agreement.

Tim look around for a second before groaning. "Great, now I lost the 'horny teens' too!" Tim shouted in anger. "Now what am I supposed to do?" Tim asked, storming off as Elton followed him.

After Tim left, Ares came out from the tree he was hiding behind. "Discord, he's gone. Time to stop hiding behind trees."

"WHo said anything about hiding behind trees?" Discord's voice asked, coming from the tree Ares hid behind.

Ares put two and two together, and shivered and disgust. "I feel unclean," he said, walking off.

"Yes! Victory for Discord!" Discord exclaimed, turning back to normal.

Sexual harassment is...what the hell, Discord? Are you trying to say that it's cool?

"What?" asked another Discord, this one from a world full of talking ponies.

Oh no, not you.

"Oh, okay then," Discord said, getting back to what he was doing before hearing his name. "Freaking gods," he muttered.

And now, an ode to the big-lipped alligator moment-Quigley's P.O.V., Mortal Realm

"And flip!" Quigley said to the snow plower, trying to move the snow.

However, the snow plow flipped him instead, sending him headfirst into a pile of snow, grumbling while stuck.

And that was an ode to the big-lipped alligator moment. Now we return you back to our normally-scheduled programming

Strife's P.O.V.-NetherWorld, Random Cave Near The Forest

Strife was whistling to himself, walking back to the cave that he found only an hour or two ago, a paper bag containing various soups in his arms.

"Glad I got these various soup cans from the soup store. Though, it's odd that anyone, much less that Mario look-alike, thinks he can buy clothes at the soup store." Strife said to himself. "...Weirdo.

"But, despite that, I'm actually...happy. Who knows, maybe my day is getting better," Strife said, smiling.

For all of five minutes, which was when he'd noticed voices coming from the cave. Not just any voices, though, but two voices he know.

"No, no, NOOOO!" Strife said, as if trying to deny it.

Unfortunately for him, the two voices belong to Ares and Discord, who were in the middle of an argument.

"Blah, blah, blah."

"Nag, nag, nag."

Those weren't actually things that Ares and Discord said, it was Strife's interpretation, due to tuning the two out more than once. But given how many times the two argued, Strife figured that he hit the nose. And as before, he was done with this.

Strife stormed into the cave, glaring at the squabbling gods. No, not 'gods', he thought, they were 'horny teens'.

"Why won't you two leave me alone?! You two own my life, my privileges, and now this cave! What more do you want?!" Strife shouted at the two older gods.

"I want you to help me make the kid my new warlord!"

"I want you to help me kill that brat!"

Ares and Discord exclaimed at the same time.

For a moment, Strife stood there silent. Then, he snapped. Not in anger, but in maniacal laughter.

"You know what? You don't need me. You both need each other, Mr. God of Horny Teens and his sidekick, Ms. Fishlegs, the Goddess of Sucky Relationships. And I clearly don't need you two. Heck, why don't you two keep the cave and I just leave with my soup? And, hey, you don't need to pay rent, because why pay rent with caves, right? So, goodbye, sayanora, and see you two never again!" Strife said, still laughing like a maniac.

As he turned around and walked out, he heard Ares said, "Well, we got a free cave." This was followed by Discord saying, "Shut up and kiss me already."

However, Strife didn't heard, nor wanted to know the rest of that, since he was already at a far-enough distance from the cave.

And so he walked in silence for three straight hours, with no destination in mind. However, once he reached an empty clearing, he sat down and held his face in his hands, body shaking.

"What am I going to do? I'm homeless, I'm broke, and all I have are these soup cans," Strife lamented.

At that moment, Tim and Elton jumped out of the bushes, poised to grab Strife. "Surrender, god, and I might be merciful to you while you're under my watch." Tim lied, crossing his toes...somehow.

However, Strife sighed before glancing at Tim. "Look, dude, I know you hate magic people, but since your science stuff cancels magic, technically, you are using magic. I know it's hard to understand, but using magic while hating people for using magic makes you a hypocrite, so just get out of here." Strife said, starting to cry and covering his face with his hands.

Due to that, he didn't notice Tim and Elton, dumbfounded by Strife's reaction, shrugging before leaving, not taking the god's words to heart.

Not noticing the two left, Strife said, "Well, what are you waiting for? Can't you tell that I don't want you around anymore?"

At that moment, Death, searching everywhere for the soul of his master, who was killed during the Demon Castle War of 1999, decided to grab a can of soup from Strife's bag.

"Just get out of here, you stupid, dumb animal!" Strife shouted, still thinking he was talking to Tim, before crying harder.

Death, confused about Strife's actions, just grab the can of soup and left, deciding he's not getting involved.

After a moment, Strife ceased his crying. "Well, this can't possibly get any more worst. I mean, I'm homeless, I'm broke, I'm living on soup cans, and even worst, I'll never get to Hawaii!" Strife exclaimed, not even noticing that his environment was suddenly changing and at a fast pace.

"Goodbye, cruel world. You're a horrible mistress," he said, putting his hand on the ground and raising it up, letting the sand fall slowly from his hand. ...Wait, sand? Strife jolted up as he realized his discovery, noticing the change in the surrounding area.

There were water nearby, and he was sitting on a beach, the bag of soups next to him. However, that wasn't what made him grin. No, what did was the sound of Hawaiian music, the sights of tribal masks, reed buildings, and, more importantly, the fact that instead of being in a major city with huge skyscrapers, he was in small, rural town that has a certain cute, adorable blue fluff ball who also happens to be an alien.

"YES! YEAH!" Strife shouted as he started running around in joy, excited that something out there had finally given him a break and made his day better. "Yeah! Whoo! ALRIGHT!" Strife continued shouting in joy as he ran further into town.

As that happened, Kevin Sorbo watched, confused about what happened. "Okay, then. At least Xena and Gabrielle aren't here, otherwise they would've killed him. Speaking of, where did they disappeared off to?"

Meanwhile-Somewhere In Alaska, Clone Xena and Clone Gabrielle's P.O.V.

The two were standing in the cold, freezing, despite the proper clothing that they were wearing.

"Next time we go on vacation, let's agree to not let you pick," Clone Gabrielle said.

"Agreed," replied Clone Xena.

Meanwhile-Aaron and Sabrina's P.O.V.-NetherWorld, Tour Boat

"Well, Sabrina, this was unusual," Aaron said. The two, along with the other Spellman females and the tour guide(who Zelda spent most of the tour ogling) were on the boat back to the docks.

"What is?" Sabrina asked.

"The fact that we had a normal day. I mean, besides spending it in the NetherWorld. Heck, I was expecting at least something to happen, like Tim trying to get his revenge, or Ares coming up with another 'be my warlord' proposal or something like that, but nothing weird happened." Aaron said.

"Oh, Aaron," Sabrina said, putting her hand on Aaron's shoulder for a second. "We'll be back to the usual weirdness tomorrow," she said, taking her hand off Aaron's shoulder as she dropped that bombshell.

Aaron stood there silent for a moment. Then, he had only one thing to say. "Drats."

(A/N: So, this took me longer than expected to publish. Back when me and the co-author began writing this, we had a vastly different idea{which, COVID and depression, the latter in the co-author's case, didn't help out with}, but when we finally got to this, we were, and still are, in the phase of wanting to go back to wholesome vibes with our stories. That doesn't mean we won't have some realism, tearjerkers and nightmare fuels, just that we are lacking in the wholesome vibes. So, we decided to throw away our original plans for this chapter and just try and come up with a new idea.

However, that was one of the reasons why it took so long to write this. How can we make this episode wholesome while making this Tim's last appearance{for now}? Then, we remember that we had gods, so we originally had the idea that it was a four-way battle royale, but while it had comedy, it didn't fit well with us.

However, I finally decided to do what Amphibia did in the episode "Maddie and Marcy", in which we don't have the main characters appearing, excluding a few scenes. So, that got rid of one problem, but what about the others? Then, we decided to combine Strife, Monty Python And The Holy Grail and a dash of Spongebob Squarepants to bring forth this chapter. Also, the other reasons why it took me this long to write this chapter is because I'm busy with work, trying to entertain my siblings, dealing with personal problems that I won't disclose, and the loss of two pets in my family. So, this chapter is in dedication to them: Dojo the Bearded Dragon{A.) Me and my co-author wanted to make a Xiaolin Showdown reference, and B.) Wayne Knight jokes!} and Chunky Wunky{or Charlie, as we call him} the Guinea Pig.

Anyways, I'll be taking a two week break to recharge my batteries, and my brain. Once I'm back, the chapters I post here and will be epic. In the meantime, check out my YouTube Channel{Greninja Master 22} to see any videos I post if you want to be entertained during the next two weeks. See you all later, and hope you were entertained by this chapter.)