Disclaimer: I own diddly.

Rating: Wow, this one’s actually pretty tame for me...so, PG-13ish.

Other: I’m sorry, but this was all really funny at 3 AM. I don’t know if it still is. Blame the many talented people who beta’d for me if it’s not funny at 1 in the afternoon. Meanwhile, who wants to hear some fun facts about the side effects of Prozac? Well, kids, among other things, Prozac causes a lack of sexual interest/function. Yep, you know what that means! Put that on the back burner…

“I’m so excited!” Serena squealed. “I’m going to be in a real Broadway show!”

“It’s not Broadway,” Rini muttered.

“What’s going on?” asked Raye.

“Today I auditioned for Brigadoon!” Serena gushed. “And it looks like my chances are very good!”

“Wow Serena, are you really going to be a big star?” asked Lita.

“Wait a minute…” said Raye. “That’s our school musical! It’s being directed by Melvin! It’s no where near Broadway!”

The other girls sighed and glared at Serena. “Everyone has to start small!” the blonde snapped. “And it was on Broadway at some point!”

“I told you it wasn’t anything important,” said Rini.

“Will you be quiet? You’re always stealing my moment in the sun!”

Fish-Eye entered the bar and immediately perked up. His teammates were glaring bitterly at the picture in front of them, meaning it had to be a handsome man. Giggling happily, Fish-Eye scampered over and grabbed the picture. “Who is it this time?” he squealed. “I bet it’s a major…eww!”

“We’re not interested in men,” Tiger-Eye and Hawk-Eye said in unison.

“I’m not interested in ugly men!” Fish-Eye protested. “You can’t expect me to—“

“So you’d rather have a guy like me?” asked Tiger-Eye, leering slightly at the enraged Fish-Eye.

“Than this? Yes!” Fish-Eye shrieked.

Tiger-Eye smiled smugly, then slowly began to realize what had just been said. “You want me?” he shouted, starting to back away.

For some reason, Fish-Eye was considered the sweet, sympathetic one. Interestingly enough, this was the same Fish-Eye who had threatened to kill anyone who came close to his targets, the same Fish-Eye who threw knives at people albeit with terrible aim, and the same Fish-Eye who had one day decided that ridding the world of all cats should involve a meat grinder. This Fish-Eye also wanted to beat Tiger-Eye bloody with his own whip, then give him a bad haircut while he slept. “You asked me first!” Fish-Eye shrieked.

“You’re still taking this one, Fish,” said Hawk-Eye.

Fish-Eye looked at the picture again. “Didn’t that girl with the really annoying voice dump you for this creep?” he asked.

“Give me that!” snapped Tiger-Eye. He grabbed the picture from Fish-Eye. “Yes! I can’t believe it!”

Hawk-Eye smirked. “Even if you wanted to take revenge on him, I bet Fish-Eye would get there first,” he said. Tiger-Eye and Fish-Eye glared at each other. Hawk-Eye decided that it was going to be an interesting day after all…

“Now, Molly will be our dramaturge,” Melvin was explaining.

“Yeah, right,” Serena whispered to Rini. “They’re probably going to be making out in the prop room!”

“That’s what you would do, Serena,” said Raye, causing Serena to jump.

“What are you guys doing here?” Serena shrieked.

“We signed up to be on the crew!” said Lita.

“It will take time away from our studies, but I’m sure it will be a valuable experience!” added Amy.

“Melvin, I’ll be right back,” said Molly. “I’m going to go do some more research!”

“See you later, Molly,” Melvin called. “Now, we’re having more auditions tonight, but I’m happy to say that Serena…”

I knew it! Serena triumphantly told herself. I’m going to be the star!

“…already has a very important place in the chorus!” Melvin finished. Serena started fuming.

Hawk-Eye was definitely starting to feel weird. Tiger-Eye and Fish-Eye were on either side of them. Both men were putting on make-up, the latter with far more skill than the former. Still, Hawk-Eye was once again finding himself uncomfortably aware that his teammates made really hot chicks. Tiger-Eye picked up one of his many mirrors and examined himself in it. “I would so have sex with me!” he announced.

“You’re the only one,” Fish-Eye muttered.

“Shut up!” snapped Tiger-Eye. “I’m ten times sexier than you are! Right, Hawk-Eye?”

Hawk-Eye buried his face in his hands and crossed his legs. “For the last time, leave me out of this…”

Fish-Eye glared at Tiger-Eye. “You look like a cheap whore,” he replied. “No wonder you’d sleep with you.”

“How do I get boobs again?” Tiger-Eye asked.

“I’m not telling you,” Fish-Eye snapped.

Tiger-Eye pouted. “But yours always look and feel real…”

There was a very long and awkward silence. Hawk-Eye peered at Tiger-Eye through his fingers as all three members of the Amazon Trio started turning various shades of blue. One of Fish-Eye’s eyes started to twitch. “What are we betting again?” Fish-Eye asked, deciding the subject needed to be dropped.

Later…“Hello, my name ees Katya,” Tiger-Eye said in a Russian accent he’d learned a few minutes ago from half of a Rocky and Bullwinkle episode. “You vill vant me in show, yes?” His eyes suddenly filled with tears. “I am only havink six months to live! Please—“

Tiger-Eye’s garbled story of poor accents and fatal diseases was cut short by Fish-Eye elbowing him into the orchestra pit. “That girl seems awfully cold,” Lita whispered to the others.

“I’d like to audition,” Fish-Eye announced.

“Handsome boy, please save me! My already brittle yet voluptuous body is very damaged by bitch who smells like dead squid!"

“Shut up!” Fish-Eye screamed at him. He forced a smile, then sidled over to Melvin. “I bet you’re in charge of casting, aren’t you?”

“Did you sign up for an audition time?” Melvin asked.

“ ‘My brittle yet voluptuous body is very damaged by bitch who smells like dead squid,’” Hawk-Eye repeated.

“He does,” Tiger-Eye muttered. He was still wearing a pastel colored dress and a gold belt, both of which had been rescued from the 1980’s. The mint green of the dress clashed wonderfully with the headband, tiger striped tights, and pale pink shoes. “And he is a bitch! He pushed me into the orchestra pit! That is so Dark Kingdom!”

Something had been bothering Hawk-Eye during Tiger-Eye’s bitter anecdote. He reached over and grabbed Tiger Eye’s fake chest.

The blond’s eyes widened. “What the hell are you doing?”

“You’ve been crooked ever since you left here, and it’s starting to bug me.”

Their eyes met. “So, you lost?” Hawk-Eye asked, withdrawing his hand. They both grimaced. Whoever lost the bet had to look directly at a nude picture of Zirconia for fifteen minutes.

Tiger-Eye nodded. “I’ll do anything if I don’t have to look at that picture.”

“Anything?” Hawk-Eye raised an eyebrow.

Tiger-Eye considered. While giving Hawk-Eye sexual favors wasn’t on Tiger-Eye’s list of ways he wanted to spend an afternoon, but if it had made the list, it would have been much higher than looking at Zirconia naked. “Anything,” he repeated.

Hawk-Eye slowly smiled. “Wonderful,” he said.

“I wonder why Melvin ended rehearsal early,” Mina wondered aloud.

“It probably has something to do with that girl,” said Lita.

“The chorus?” Serena was still wailing over her fate. “But…I was meant to be a star!”

“Uhm, you’re a really nice girl,” said Melvin, his glasses starting to fog up.

“Uh-huh,” said Fish-Eye, sighing unhappily. This really was an ugly one. He scowled. Just because the two token bi/curious ones would go after anything female didn’t mean that he as the token homosexual was interested in everything male. Right now he was only doing this because he didn’t want to look at that picture. Fish-Eye shuddered. He really didn’t want to know why Hawk-Eye had something like that, although he could probably guess…

“Can I buy you another drink?” Melvin asked.

Fish-Eye immediately brightened. “Sure!” he said.

Tiger-Eye was going to throw up. When he said he’d do anything rather than look at that picture, he didn’t think anything would involve laundry. Hawk-Eye seemed to have an entire list of demands for the loser of the bet to do if said loser didn’t want to see Zirconia without at least ten pounds of clothing on. Next on the list was massaging Hawk-Eye’s feet. Tiger-Eye was wondering if he was supposed to be learning a valuable lesson about the dangers of gambling or if Hawk-Eye was trying to kill him.

Fish-Eye was currently learning about the wonders of a human body. “You’re gonna love this one,” he slurred to Melvin, leaning heavily on the boy’s shoulder. “My friend Tiger-Eye—the one with the really nice ass?” Melvin nodded, wondering if he should have just gotten his date a milkshake instead of seven martinis. Fish-Eye took another sip from the eighth and continued. “He was going after this one girl because he thought she had beautiful dreams, but she didn’t, so he had to kill her, but the pumpkins came…and this other time, my friend Hawk-Eye—the one with great abs?”

“Maybe you’ve had enough,” said Melvin, reaching for the glass.

Fish-Eye swatted him away. “So Hawk-Eye was going after this one chick and Tiger-Eye accused him of wanting a corpse and they just glared at each other for awhile so I hoped they’d start having a cat fight,” Fish-Eye giggled. “Of course, Tiger’s higher on the food chain, so he would’ve won. But I’m the lowest one on the food chain so they both eat me.” Fish-Eye threw back his head and cackled. Melvin looked around nervously.

Hawk-Eye looked up. “Shouldn’t you be doing my laundry?” he asked.

Tiger-Eye glared at him. Hawk-Eye’s massive pile of laundry had taught him that the pink haired man always went commando, and Tiger-Eye still didn’t know how to deal with that news while hand washing his tights. “There’s no picture, is there?” the blond asked. “You just made it up to make me or Fish your personal slave.” Hawk-Eye handed him a picture. It took Tiger-Eye a few minutes to figure out what it was of. “Aaaaahhh! Where the hell did you get this?”

“Zircon.”

“I think I’m blind,” said Tiger-Eye, numbly handing the picture back to Hawk-Eye. “Why do you have that?”

“I figured it would come in handy someday,” Hawk-Eye replied, sliding the picture face down towards Fish-Eye’s usual seat. “By the way, why are you still wearing that dress?”

“It’s comfortable,” Tiger-Eye snapped. “Besides, you always wear that stupid skirt.”

“I should probably be going,” Melvin said. “My girlfriend Molly wouldn’t like it if she knew about this…”

“What’s the hurry?” asked Fish-Eye, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and dragging him back into a sitting position. “Anyway, so this one time--this is a really funny story--I entered a wet T-shirt contest and won, so that really shows how pathetic humans are.”

Melvin blinked. “Did you just say humans?” he asked. Having a girlfriend who was the official punching bag for the Negaverse, the Doom Tree, the NegaMoon, and Witches 5 had caused Melvin to pick up on such things.

“No,” Fish-Eye replied, giggling. “You’re cute…in a dorky, disgusting kind of way. Wanna go back to my place?”

“I can’t,” Melvin replied. “I’ve got a big test tomorrow. And what would my Molly say if she found out I’d gone home with another woman?”

“’Thank god’?” Fish-Eye suggested. “Oops, was that one out loud too?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Sorry. Should we get back to rehearsal? We can make out in the prop room…I tried to do that one time when I was a ballerina—did I tell you about that yet?”

“Things with our new enemy have been pretty quiet today,” said Artemis. The sailor scouts and the cats were sitting around wasting their lives again.

“Who cares?” asked Serena, eating another gratuitous dessert. “It’s not like they’re heart snatchers or something.” The half of the table that had felt the new enemy’s dream raping wrath glared at her.

Before anyone could say anything to their bimbo leader, Molly entered. “You guys, something terrible has happened!” she said in her painful whine of an accent. “I saw Melvin with another girl!”

“That jerk!” Serena shouted, bits of pie spraying out of her mouth.

“Melvin could get another girl?” asked Raye.

“Raye, be serious!” Serena half-shrieked.

“I say you should kick him to the curb,” said Lita.

Molly sniffled. “But…how could he do this to me?” she wailed. “I saw them sitting in a bar! Melvin’s not even old enough to go to a bar! And anyway, he said he had rehearsal all afternoon!”

Speaking of bars, Tiger-Eye had just stormed back into his. “What now?” asked Hawk-Eye. He was rummaging through the latest stack of target pictures and tossing the rejects towards his teammates’ chairs. “Too young, too young, too ugly—“ The “too ugly” picture was tossed over his shoulder.

“Where do you keep your fabric softener?” Tiger-Eye asked through clenched teeth.

“I usually just steal it from CereCere,” said Hawk-Eye. “Here, I thought you might like this one.”

Tiger-Eye took the picture and immediately screamed. “I told you to stop showing me this, you son of a bitch!”

Fish-Eye was now sobbing into Melvin’s lap, causing the brown haired boy to blush and wish everyone wasn’t currently looking in their direction. “Everyone says I’m cold!” Fish-Eye wailed. “And that I smell bad!” He looked up at Melvin, tears shining in his eyes. “Do you think I’m cold?”

“N-n-no…” Melvin said cautiously. “But…you do kind of smell like fish…”

Fish-Eye punched him in the arm before starting to sob loudly again. “I hate you,” he said, reaching for another martini. “And what the hell’s wrong with me?”

“Well, you’ve been drinking continuously for the past hour…”

Fish-Eye gave him an odd look. The Amazon Trio tended to affectionately refer to a six pack of beer as “breakfast.” “So?” he sniffled.

“Not only will it incapacitate you, but the damage to your liver—“

“My what?”

Three pairs of eyes immediately narrowed as Tiger-Eye entered the Amazon Quartet’s massage parlor. “Hello, ladies,” Tiger-Eye said suavely. He’d decided to take off the dress, mostly because, even though they were a little on the old side, the Amazon Quartet were the best looking girls in the Dead Moon Circus (excluding Fish-Eye in drag).

VesVes reached for her whip. JunJun gave him the finger. CereCere went back to filing her nails. PallaPalla continued playing with her stuffed animals. “What do you want?” VesVes snapped.

“Can’t a guy be friendly?” Tiger-Eye snapped back. He glanced towards CereCere’s table, wondering where the fabric softener would be.

“Not when it’s you!” said JunJun.

“Melvin! What are you doing?” Molly screamed from the doorway. The rest of the girls were behind her.

“What the hell is a liver?” asked Fish-Eye.

“You don’t know what a liver is?” asked Mina.

“She probably doesn’t have one anymore,” muttered Raye, looking at the collection of empty glasses that surrounded Fish-Eye.

“Is it like beautiful dreams?” Fish-Eye continued.

“It’s an organ,” said Amy.

“Uh-huh…”

“An organ that’s necessary to life,” Amy continued.

“Yeah, so?”

“It processes alcohol for one thing.”

Fish-Eye’s blue eyes widened. “That is necessary to life,” he gasped.

The scouts exchanged a glance. “Guys, I think there’s an AA meeting down the block,” Serena said in a stage whisper.

“How do you know?” asked Lita.

Serena and Rini sweatdropped. “Well, if you must know, my mother is an alcoholic!”

“We finally convinced her to get help,” added Rini.

“She’d have to be an alcoholic to put up with a daughter like you…” Raye muttered.

“God dammit, Raye, I’m sick and tired of you being such a raging bitch all the time!” Serena screamed. “My mother may be an alcoholic, but she’s getting better and at least my grandfather isn’t a pervert!”

Raye started to blush. “Grandpa’s not a pervert…he’s just…boisterous…”

“Raye, remember that tattered uniforms calender the Sailor Scouts did a few months ago when we were short on cash?” asked Amy.

“What about it?”

“We saw it in your grandfather’s room,” added Mina.

“It’s no big deal,” said Lita as Raye started to turn various shades of bluish-purple. “I mean, lots of guys have that calender…Chad, Darien, Andrew, Melvin—“

“Darien bought that calender?” Serena shrieked.

“Yes, I think it’s been on April for the past four months,” said Amy.

“What does Melvin have?” Molly screeched.

“The Sailor Scouts Tattered Uniforms Calender,” Melvin said in a small voice.

“Who was April?” asked Serena, starting to wail. “I wasn’t April! I was June!”

“You said I got to be June!” said Rini.

“Rini, we couldn’t let you be in the calender,” Amy said apologetically. “There are laws against that sort of thing.” Rini started to sulk.

“You are in big trouble, Melvin!” snapped Molly.

“Serena, I think we’ve got bigger things to worry about,” Mina whispered, looking at Fish-Eye.

“I was April,” Raye muttered.

“You traitorous hussy!” Serena screamed, lunging at Raye.

“Serena!” Mina, Amy, and Lita hissed.

Serena tried to regain her composure. Come on, Serena! she said to herself. You’re Sailor Moon! You’re supposed to help people! And that poor, vaguely familiar blue haired girl needs your help! Her expression darkened for a moment. Besides, you see Raye every day. So there will be plenty of opportunity to give her the beating she so richly deserves! “Come on,” said Serena, taking a vaguely sobered up Fish-Eye by the arm. “We’ll get you the help you need…”

“It’s not fair,” Fish-Eye said, grabbing one last drink for the road. “I don’t have beautiful dreams or a liver!”

“I’m sure you have a liver,” Amy assured her. “And beautiful dreams!” she quickly added.

“I may not have beautiful dreams, but no one will force me to get any help!” Fish-Eye shouted, jerking away from Serena and wobbling slightly. He snapped his fingers, causing a blue curtain to come down. The curtain rose, revealing Fish-Eye in Dead Moon attire. “One!” he shouted.

“Melvin!” Molly screamed as a knife throwing board appeared behind her on again, off again boyfriend.

“Two!” Fish-Eye shouted.

“Guys, we need to transform,” Raye hissed.

Fortunately, on this rare occasion, Serena had a plan. “Uhm, Molly, could you excuse us for a minute? We have to go to the bathroom…” she said. Not an especially good plan, but a plan none the less. Noticing Molly’s hurt and terrified look, Serena quickly said, “I mean, we have to go get help!”

“Three!” Fish-Eye shouted, then took another swig of his drink. He chucked the glass aside, then half staggered over to Melvin. “Well, let’s see if Pegasus bothers with ugly people…”

“Melvin!” Molly screamed.

Fish-Eye stuck his head into Melvin’s dream mirror and swore loudly. “Dammit! There’s no Pegasus!” He sighed as he withdrew and magicked himself a throwing knife. “Trust me, girly. You’ll be much happier without him. Even you could probably do better…”

“Hold it right there!” Sailor Moon shouted. “I am Sailor Moon! And I fight against—hey!” Sailor Moon glared at the knife that had landed in the wall behind her, several inches to her right. “I wasn’t finished!”

Fish-Eye yawned. “I am,” he said, turning to his shadow.

Darien looked at his Sailor Scouts Tattered Uniforms 2000 calender. It was probably about time to change the month…He decided to switch to December as a compromise. He smiled the smile of a man who planned to spend the next six months staring at Sailor Jupiter in a very tattered uniform. He glanced at the clock. It was probably about time for a nicely timed pep talk. He nodded to himself. That would take care of his guilt over ogling Sailor Mars and Sailor Jupiter…

The Sailor Scouts were starting to know how their enemies felt. Their enemy was a male blow-up doll who seemed to be related to every other inflatable object in the Dead Moon Circus. He was still reciting a litany of relatives who had been killed by Sailor Moon. “And then there was my brother in law,” he said, sniffling loudly.

“Mini-Moon, call Pegasus,” Sailor Moon whispered. “Otherwise we’ll be here forever!”

Fish-Eye immediately wondered if he was in the right bar. “What the hell is this?” he asked, holding a pair of crushed glasses in his hands.

Tiger-Eye and Hawk-Eye both looked up. Hawk-Eye’s high heels had been kicked aside and his feet were resting on Tiger-Eye’s lap while the blond massaged them. “What?” they asked.

“I lost the bet,” Tiger-Eye said. That day he’d learned far too many painful things. Other than learning about the thin layer of fabric separating the rest of the world from Hawk-Eye’s anatomy, he’d also learned that using the “one, two, three” method on a member of the Amazon Quartet only caused the other three members to attack him.

“It’s just a foot massage, Fish,” added Hawk-Eye. “It’s not like oral sex.”

“That better not be on the list,” snapped Tiger-Eye.

“Did you know that we don’t have livers either?” Fish-Eye snapped, sitting down. He decided not to start any Pulp Fiction style arguments on what foot massages meant, mostly because no one wanted to be within ten feet of Tiger-Eye and Hawk-Eye once their unique interpretations of masculinity had been questioned. “Which doesn’t make any damn sense, but…”

“How do you check for livers?” asked Tiger-Eye.

“Do we even need livers?” asked Hawk-Eye. “I’ve never heard of them.”

“You need them to drink or something,” said Fish-Eye.

Hawk-Eye and Tiger-Eye stared at him in horror. “And we don’t have them?” asked Hawk-Eye.

“What’re we going to do?” asked Tiger-Eye.

“I don’t know,” Fish-Eye muttered. He rubbed his temples. “Dammit, my head hurts…”

“Mouth dry?” asked Hawk-Eye. Fish-Eye nodded.

“Do you feel queasy?” asked Tiger-Eye. Fish-Eye nodded again. “That means you need more to drink.”

“Well, that takes care of that,” said Sailor Moon, looking down at the crumpled body of the male blow up doll.

“I wonder if he can be…salvaged,” said Sailor Venus. She and Jupiter exchanged grins of desperation.

Why do I feel like I’ve forgotten something? Sailor Moon thought. “Now I remember!” she said before whacking Mars upside the head with her Moon Kaleidoscope.

“Ow! What was that for?” snapped Sailor Mars.

A rose landed between the two girls. “Sailor Moon! Remember, uhm…dreams should be left in people’s chests and not…ripped out of them!” Tuxedo Mask shouted. He was standing on top of the bar.

“You’re a little late,” Sailor Moon pointed out. “We already killed the monster.”

“Oh. Well…you have the power of love on your side!”

“You’ve used that one already,” Sailor Mars pointed out.

Tuxedo Mask sighed. “I’m just going to go,” he said.

“What now?” asked Zirconia, looking up from Zircon’s latest collection of pictures. She didn’t know if she was ecstatic or frightened that all three members of the Amazon Trio seemed to enjoy posing naked for the flying eyeball.

“Do we have livers?” asked Fish-Eye.

It was always Fish-Eye who asked the stupid questions “Not anymore you don’t,” snapped Zirconia.

“Why does everyone keep saying that?” Tiger-Eye asked his teammates.

“And you’re supposed to be looking for Pegasus, not…playing doctor!” Zirconia continued. “Now get back to work!”

“I’m still not speaking to you, Melvin!” Molly announced.

“But, Molly—“

“You’re just lucky Sailor Moon was there to save your two-timing butt!”

“You know, I bet Sailor Moon would really appreciate it if you gave her the starring role,” said Serena.

“Ooo! Sailor Venus would appreciate a big part too,” added Mina.

“You guys, I think the Sailor Scouts consider a job well done thanks enough,” said Amy.

“Sailor Mars is extremely talented,” said Raye. She gave Serena a significant look. “Much more talented than Sailor Moon.”

“What?” shrieked Serena. “Sailor Mars is a tramp who tried to steal Sailor Moon’s boyfriend even though everyone knows they’re destined to be together!”

“Well, if it’s destiny, everything will work out anyway so there’s no reason to get upset,” Raye replied.

“I think we all know that Sailor Jupiter’s the most…talented,” said Lita.

“Oh, shut up, Lita. The only thing Sailor Jupiter has going for her is a big rack,” snapped Raye.

“What do you mean the only thing?”

Rini, who had been oddly silent for quite some time, rolled her eyes. She was going to bitch about this to Pegasus for a good hour or two that night.

Naturally, “getting back to work” involved a few good drinks. “What else is on the list?” asked a dejected Tiger-Eye.

“My left foot still needs massaging,” Hawk-Eye pointed out.

“Since we’ve already looked for Pegasus once today, let’s play doctor,” Fish-Eye suggested. He pushed a few photos aside and lay down on the bar. “I’ll be the patient!” He noticed that no one else seemed especially willing to play doctor. “Guys!” he whined.

“I’ll be your lawyer,” said Hawk-Eye.

“And I’ll be the driver of the car that hit you,” said Tiger-Eye.

Fish-Eye sat up and pouted. “So no one wants to be the doctor?” Zircon fluttered in and looked hopefully at Fish-Eye. Fish-Eye swatted him away. Zircon flew off, deciding it was time to gather a few more pictures for Zirconia to ease its wounded heart. If it had one.

Hawk-Eye and Tiger-Eye were grinning at each other and trying to keep from laughing. “Zircon wanted to play doctor with you,” said Tiger-Eye.

“I think he likes you, Fish,” added Hawk-Eye.

In that moment, Fish-Eye came to a conclusion. It was bad enough that they’d forced him to go after a myopic target with a screeching girlfriend. It was bad enough he’d wasted a perfectly good and damned entertaining lemure on the pumpkins. And it was even worse that the only one who found him attractive in the stupid circus tent was a disembodied eyeball. With all this adding up to a wretched and unsatisfying in all senses of the word day, the last thing Fish-Eye needed was to be mocked. He decided he was going to kill them both in a very slow and painful manner.

A savage grin appeared on Fish-Eye’s face as a better plan occurred to him. Why kill them when it would be much more fun to torture them by slipping a few choice items into their drinks? He knew it had been a good idea to read the side effects on PallaPalla’s Prozac…