1-9-2000:

Miya: DOG! Where in the world have you been these past few weeks? The doghouse is gathering dust! When are you going to update?!

Doggirl: Just a second! I've almost got this...

Miya: What exactly are you doing?

Meekachu: She's playing yet another video game. Doggirl borrowed some games from her friend a couple of days ago, and ever since she hasn't stopped playing.

Doggirl: NOT TRUE! I take breaks to eat and sleep.

Miya: Oh fruits...

Meekachu: Haven't you ever heard of obsession?

Doggirl: Yeah, I think they named a cheeseburger after it...

Miya: Let me see this game, anyway. *watches Doggirl play*

... Is that a furby?

Meekachu: What?

Miya: Right there! I think that's a furby.

Meekachu: No way! It DOES look like a furby!

Doggirl: It's NOT a furby! *looks closer* ... Hey, it is. Dang.

WhiteYoshi200: Hey, you guys...

Miya: What now?

WhiteYoshi200: I don't know what that thing is that you're talking about, but whatever it is, it's right outside the window.

Meekachu: Huh? *looks outside*

Miya: *also looks* Yikes! ...Hey, it doesn't look like a furby, after all.

Doggirl: *pauses her game, and runs over to the window* ... Akk! What is that thing doing here??

Meekachu: Quick, kill it! Kill it!

Doggirl: HOW? WITH WHAT??

Meekachu: Hold on! *runs off*

White: No, don't kill the poor thing!

Miya: Die die die!

Meekachu: *brings Doggirl a gun* Quick, use the gun! Kill it!

Doggirl: Um... okay. *throws the gun at the creature*

Meekachu: I meant WITH THE BULLETS!

Doggirl: *throws the bullets*

Miya: Oh geez... Dog, how stupid can your species get??

creature: *runs*

Miya: Hey, it's getting away!

White: Not if I can do anything about it! Pokéball, go! *throws a pokéball at the creature*

creature: Eep! *is sucked into the ball*

Doggirl: Wow, it worked.

White: YAY! I caught it!

Meekachu: Go figure.

Miya: I don't get it... Was that thing a Pokémon?

Doggirl: ...It is now.

1-21-00:

Miya: Jerk!

Meekachu: Spaz!

Miya: Spitwad!

Meekachu: Moron!

Miya: Loser!

Meekachu: Turd bucket!

Miya: Totem pole face!

Meekachu: WHAT?

Miya: You heard me!

Meekachu: Oh yeah? Well, at least I don't have the brain of a jackass!

Miya: At least I don't look like one!

Meekachu: Grr...

Doggirl: Oh geez... What are you two fighting about NOW?

Miya: Meekachu won't share the last potato chip!

Meekachu: You practically ate FOUR bags already! I need to eat, too, you know!

Miya: Liar!

Meekachu: Selfish hog!

Miya: I am not! You lie! I didn't eat FOUR bags of potato chips!

Meekachu: Yes you did! They were here this morning, and now they're not! What do you suppose happened? They packed up and walked out the door on their own?!?

Miya: No, I think a certain selfish yellow Yoshi woofed 'em all down!

Meekachu: Gee, you must be colorblind. I could have sworn that a PINK Yoshi was eating all the chips...

Miya: For the last time, I DIDN'T EAT THE CHIPS!

Meekachu: THEN WHO DID??

Doggirl: *ahem* Hehe...

Miya: WHAT NOW, DOG?

Doggirl: Heheheh... *burp*

*both Yoshies glare at the dog*

Doggirl: Heheh, heh, heh... Uh-oh...

Meekachu: Grr...

Miya: GET HER!

Doggirl: Ekk! *runs*

2-25-00:

Miya: *sigh* Your move.

Meekachu: *concentrates on the chess board* Uh...

Miya: Any millennium now, Meek.

Meekachu: I'm thinking! ...It's something I'm sure you know very little about, but you can still allow some other Yoshies like myself the courtesy of exercising their right to ponder.

Miya: Just cut the crap and play, Meekachu.

Meekachu: Fine... *suddenly points over Miya's shoulder* LOOK! RICKY MARTIN!

Miya: *whirls around to look* WHERE?!?

Meekachu: Heheh... *picks up his pieces and moves several times* ...Okay, your turn.

Miya: *keeps looking, and only sees Doggirl napping on the sofa* ...Hey, it's just Dog! *makes a disgusted face* Ew, gross! She'd never pass for a pop superstar!

Doggirl: *looks up* Did someone call for me?

Miya: No, mutt. Go back to sleep.

Doggirl: Okay. *starts to snooze*

Miya: *spins back around and looks at the chess board* My turn already?

Meekachu: *evil grin* Yep.

Miya: Hmm... *moves a piece* Checkmate.

Meekachu: Ha! I don't thi... *looks at the board* ...WHAT?!?

Miya: Good game, Meek. Let's play again sometime. *gets up and walks away*

Meekachu: O.o()

3-25-00:

Meekachu: *straps on some shoulder pads* Heheh... this is gonna be cool...

Miya: *giggles*

Meekachu: Got the equipment ready?

Miya: *drags out a table* Yeppers.

Meekachu: *dons a helmet* Got the ball?

Miya: *glances around, then giggles again* Hehe... yep.

Doggirl: *sighs, and looks up from her video game* For the last time, you guys... Table tennis is NOT a full-contact sport.

Miya: That's what you think, mutt. *picks up her paddle* Ready, Meek?

Meekachu: *evil grin* Absolutely. *lifts up doggirl high above his head*

Doggirl: Yikes! What are you doing? Put me down! I was just at the save point, you road apple!

Miya: Com'on Meek, let's get this game going!

Meekachu: *grins* FOUR! *chucks Doggirl into the air, and smacks her hard with a small wooden paddle, sending her sailing toward Miya*

Miya: *slaps the dog with her paddle, sending her back through the air to Meekachu*

*The game continues in the manner for several turns*

Doggirl (whilst being batted back and forth): Ow! *smack* Oh! *smack* Yip! *smack* For starters *smack* 'four' is a *smack* numeral used in *smack* our basic counting system *smack* And even if *smack* you spelled it correctly *smack* it's still a *smack* golf term!

Meekachu: Whatever. *smack*

Miya: Gawd, *smack* for a tennis ball *smack* you sure are noisy, *smack* mutt-face.

Meekachu: Yeah, *smack* stick a lid on it. *smack* We're having fun here.

Doggirl: *chomps onto Miya's paddle in mid-air, pulling the Yoshi to the floor with her momentum*

Miya: Ekk! *falls over, then gets up and tries to retrieve the paddle, but to no avail*

Doggirl: Looking for this? *holds the wooden paddle in her jaws*

Miya: Grr... stupid mutt! Give that back!

Doggirl (between clenched teeth): Fat chance! Over my dead body!

Meekachu: That can be arranged. *bonks Doggirl on the back of the head with his paddle*

*Doggirl releases the paddle and slumps to the floor, out cold*

Miya: *picks up her paddle* Keep playing?

Meekachu: Sure. *throws Doggirl into the air, and resumes the game*

Miya: *smack* ...Much better now. *smack*

Meekachu: *smack* Quite.

4-18-00:

Doggirl: Guess what? Today, just for a change, I'm going to give my little update box a break and tell you what I've updated right now!

Meekachu: Honestly, folks, it's because Dg's found a loophole to both save space on the page and avoid our wrath at the same time.

Miya: ...Won't stop me.

Doggirl: *ahem* ...Anyway... -_-()

Miya: Oh look! You're right, Meek! Look, she's blushing!

Doggirl: *defensively* I AM NOT! Dogs can't blush, ya brainless chocobo.

Miya: Speaking of loopholes, is that just a round-a-bout way to call me a birdbrain??

Doggirl: ... Yes.

Meekachu: Just get on with it, dog, before I have to hold my girl back from implanting her foot up yer rear end.

Miya: Thanks for the idea, Meek! *charges dog*

Doggirl: Eep!

Meekachu: *holds Miya back* Oy... *shakes head*

Doggirl: Um... Thanks Meekachu! ...I think. An-y-wayz, I've stalled long enough. Here's the updates! *pulls out a list*

(Hey, even MORE stories! They just keep coming! I'm so glad. ^_^

For starters, Shadow009 has FINALLY completed "One of Those Nights"! Yay! 'bout time, man!)

Meekachu: Shadow009... Who's that?

Miya: You know, that cloned guy with all the dark clothing and stuff.

Meekachu: *nods* Oh...

...Which one?

Miya: The ninja one, I think.

Meekachu: Oh yeah...

Miya: *rolls eyes* I can't believe I had to specify one.

Meekachu: *shrugs* Your description was pretty vague, considering how many dudes like that run around Nsider in role plays.

Miya: ...I guess you're right.

Doggirl: Hey, quiet, guys! *goes back to reading off the list*

(Also, we have "The Darkest Day", and "The Sorceress War", both by NaaroYoshi.)

Miya: *shudders* Oh gosh, that guy's creepy. Did you get a look at his EYES? That red-on-black thing really freaks me out.

Meekachu: Definately weird, but all the Karmali look like that.

Miya: There's a whole RACE of them?! O.O

Doggirl: Did I say to shut-up or not?! Sheesh...

(Nightwing Chanlin has been a great sport this time around with the quotes! Thanks oh-so-much for the contributions, nightwing-dude.

BTW, Chan says he's gonna finish up the chapters on his fic "The Siege of the Mirada" ASAP, so no worries, peeps, if you thought he forgot all about it.)

Meekachu: Eh, that's an okay story.

Miya: I think it's kind of fruity, if you ask me.

Meekachu: I think it's SUPPOSED to be fruity, Miya.

Miya: Well, then the fruit-factor is WAY off the scale.

Doggirl: Dawg, you can two NEVER SHUT YOUR MOUTHS?? What kind of adjective is "fruity" for a fiction anyway?!

Miya: *assuming an intellectual tone* It's a little worse than nuts, but not quite bananas. It used to be short for "fruity-tooty," but some people often think "apples and pears" was the originating phrase, in which case they would be horribly mistaken, in my-so-humble-opinion.

Meekachu: Really?

Doggirl: ...That question was rhetoric, you spaz. -_-()

Meekachu: Shoot, all this talk about fruit is making me hungry. I'm outta here. *leaves*

Miya: Me too. Wait up, Meek! *leaves*

Doggirl: *sigh* Once again, food steals the limelight. *shrugs, and goes off to eat, too*

5-18-00:

(It's the dead of night. Two shadowed figures stalk across the lawn, approaching the doghouse)

shadow #1: *stubs his toe on a carelessly-discarded brick* AHH!! OW!

shadow #2: Shh! Meek, are you TRYING to wake up Times Square??

Meekachu: No, there was this %$&@ brick in my way!

Miya: Hey, what you and your brick do in your free time in your business. For right now, I'd rather you NOT keep yelling like a mangled barn animal! Do you want to wake Dog up? We're not supposed to be coming in this late!!

Meekachu: I am quite aware of how late we are, thank-you-very much! You should stop being such an inconsiderate biotch all the time. With all this talking you've done chewing me out, you could have woken the dog yourself! So nya! *sticks out his tongue*

Miya: Put that thing back in. Com'on, let's just get inside.

Meekachu: Mmm... mpy man't.

Miya: What? Why not?

Meekachu: Umm... mell, mou mee, I mwas micking my mongue out mhen it mot muck to miss mere mum om na mrick, am...

Miya: *smacks her eyes* Oh sheesh... you got your tongue stuck on gum??

Meekachu: Mno! Mon ma mrick... mum mas om na mrick...

Miya: You've got a WHAT attached to your tongue?!

Meekachu: *holds up his tongue, which had somehow adhered itself to the aforementioned brick via a wad of sticky gum* A mrick!

Miya: *cracks up* You... hehe... got your tongue stuck to a brick...! Hahaha! *falls over, laughing*

Meekachu: -_-o Mot munny...

(The doghouse's front door flys open with a crash and a silhouette appears in the doorframe... bearing a shotgun.)

WhiteYoshi200: Who's trespassing?! I hear you out there, burglars! *cocks the shotgun* COME AND GET SOME!

Miya: AHH!! *runs*

Meekachu: MMAAA!! *tries to run, but forgets about the brick for a moment and is anchored to the ground. He falls flat onto his back, stumbles up, picks up the brick, and runs off, too*

WhiteYoshi200: Ack! They're getting away! Quick, Doggirl, sic 'em!

Doggirl: WOOF! *chases after them*

Meekachu: My mold mou mour mig mouth mould mit mus in mubble!

Miya: SHUT UP AND KEEP RUNNING!

6-9-00:

Miya: *barges in, arms spread wide and her tongue hanging out of her mouth goofily* WASSUP?!

Doggirl: *without even looking up* Oh, cram it up your tail pipe.

Meekachu: *sleeping on the sofa* ZZzz...

Miya: *looks a little surprised* ...That didn't go as enthusiastically as I thought it would.

Doggirl: *yawns*

Meekachu: Zzzz...

Miya: So... um... what's happening?

Doggirl: Absolutely zilch. Nothing. Nada. The big 'O'. Zero. The epitome of non-existance, em--

Miya: Alright, I get it. Dog, why don't you play a game or something?

Doggirl: Bored with 'em...

Miya: ...Dig up a bone?

Doggirl: Already did.

Miya: Go fishing??

Doggirl: Nah...

Miya: Chase semi trucks??

Doggirl: Not interested.

Miya: Dump dead bodies into the Delaware river?!?

Doggirl: Been there, done that. Look, if you're going to make suggestions, why don't you give them to someone who can actually USE them? Say... Meekachu, or something.

Meekachu: ZZzz...

Miya: *smirks* Fine, be that way, mutt. *throws a ball at Meekachu, having it bounce off his head*

Meekachu: ZZzz... *pop* Huh? Wha-?

Miya: *grabs Meekachu's arm and pulls him towards the door* Com'on, we're leaving.

Meekachu: Huh? What? What are we doing? Where are we going??

Miya: To give dog something to do. Just hear me out: We're gonna need a shovel, ten feet of rope, a half-pound of explosives and a piece of steak...

Meekachu: Why does this sound like it's going to be utterly reckless and irrational?

Miya: *mischievous grin* Because it's going to be fun! Now let's go! *runs off, dragging Meekachu behind her*

Meekachu: Yikes--! *disappears out the door fast enough to leave a puff of smoke... you know, like in the cartoons*

Doggirl: . o 0 (...Note to self: When this is over, cut their paychecks to pay for medical charges.)

6-22-00:

Doggirl: WOO-HOO! PARTY! *dances about like an idiot*

White: What's wrong with her?? O.o

Meekachu: This site just got a thousand hits a while back... Personally I don't see the big deal in it all...

Doggirl: ALL RIGHT! YEAH! YEE-HAA!

Miya: Sheesh, calm down, little dog. You act as if you've never seen quadruple digits before.

Meekachu: Probably never went that far in obedience school...

Doggirl: Oh can it, you guys, you're ruining my fun! It's my party and I'll go maniacal if I want to. *continues to dance*

Miya: *rolls eyes* Talk about a one-dog show...

Meekachu: ...So who won the pool?

(Everyone digs into their purses and pulls out tiny slips of paper. They proceed to read off the dates on each of theirs.)

White: ...2001.

Meekachu: ...2020.

Miya: ...Never. *smirks* Aw crud, White wins.

White: Woo-hoo! Fork it over, Yoshies. *holds out her hand*

Meekachu: What a gip. *pays up*

Doggirl: *stops dancing, and looks surprised* I can't believe it! You all placed BETS against our site??

Miya: Well nobody expected you to get a thousand hits so soon!

Meekachu: Yeah, it only happened because of that art rip-off on firespin.net! What a totally unfair way to get visits, dog.

*reads what he just said*

...Dog! You just stuck a cruddy add for that place in my message!

Doggirl: I gotta! It's only fair. ^-^

Miya: Not to us!

White: Oh, you sore losers... *counts her money*

Miya: How come only people who WIN ever say that?! *glares at White*

White: Hey, suckers to ya'll for having poor faith in my doggie, heh heh.

Miya: My pale little friend, I should kick your--

Doggirl: MIYA!

Miya: *reconsiders her statement* ...But I'd get more satisfaction out of beating the snot outta mutt-face! *charges dog*

Doggirl: Eep! Wha'd I do?! *runs*

Meekachu: Count me in! *chases the dog, too* You're gonna pay us up for what we just lost!

Doggirl: AHHH!! Get away! Back, back! *grabs a table leg and swings it defensively* STAY BACK, I SAY!

Miya: *grabs the instrument from the dog like a toothpick from a baby*

Doggirl: Eep... O.O()

Meekachu: Grr...

Miya: GRR...

(A fight breaks out between the three... Well, not actually a fight, just Meekachu holding Doggirl to the floor while Miya pummels her with a wooden table leg)

Doggirl: AHHH!! WHITE, HELP ME! HELP MEEEEE!!

(White stands back, watching the scene with mild interest, then smoothly walks away while pocketing her newly-won cash)

White: Heheh... suckers.

7-18-00:

Doggirl: *yells after Miya* Hey! HEY! Put that back! What's the matter with you?!

Miya: *while carrying out the SNES* Hey, looters, keepers.

Doggirl: Na-uh. I don't think so. Put that back right NOW.

Miya: Aww... *puts it back* Darnit, I coulda gotten away with it, too.

Meekachu: Not in broad daylight, you wouldn't.

Doggirl: Yeah, haven't you learned anything from Batman? No bad guy ever makes his move in the day.

Meekachu: Harumph. Batman. Some delusional moron's ideal of a hypocritical criminal justice system. What a load of bull. Let me tell you, if there were such a thing as Batman--

Miya: --He'd live in Detriot?

Meekachu: What?? No, you're missing the point. What I'm saying is that if the world ever needed such an extreme measure to fight crime, we'd just as soon throw a bomb at all these cities that are filled with nutcase criminals. It'd do the same job for less.

Doggirl: You guys' political views are extremely perverse. You want to bomb a whole city filled with innocent people just to knock off a couple of bad guys? Next thing you'll be telling me we should nuke the French.

Meekachu: We should. Where do you think all these criminals are coming from? They grow on trees?

Miya: Meekachu! O.o!

Meekachu: *shrugs* What?

Doggirl: Alright, that's enough of that. Just remind me to keep all forms of explosives away from you guys. *spies Miya sneaking across the room* AND STAY AWAY FROM MY NINTENDO!!

Miya: Eep! O.O()

Doggirl: Get away from there! Haven't you learned anything from Batman?

Meekachu: Hrmph. Batman...

9-24-00:

Doggirl: Ooo... Ahh... o.o

Miya: This is amazing... o_o

Doggirl: It's incredible... o.o

Miya: It's...

Doggirl: Lava...

Meekachu: *walks by* What are you two dorks doing?

Doggirl: Can't talk now. o.o

Miya: Must stare in awe and wonder. o_o

(Miya and Doggirl stare in awe and wonder)

Meekachu: *smacks his forehead* Oh for the love of... You spazoids, it's a lava lamp. Get over it.

Miya: But mythical forces drive its glowing power! Behold! *shows him the lamp*

Meekachu: -_-() It's wax and water over a light bulb...

Doggirl: *gasp* No!

Miya: Blasphemy!

Meekachu: No. Idiocy. Go get a life, you two. *walks off*

(Miya and Doggirl stare blankly at each other for a while, then shrug and continue gawking at the lamp)

Doggirl: It's still pretty.

Miya: Yah.

1-21-01:

Doggirl: Howdy! Good news, for one and all! *dum dum dum* ...It's time for an update! And a tasty one, at that! ^_^

Meekachu: -_- Yum yum.

Doggirl: Why Meekachu, you don't sound so enthused... *malicious grin*

Meekachu: Should I be?

Doggirl: Mmm... maybe. Say, would you like to meet my new pet? Heheh... *barks a call*

Miya: A dog with a pet... now I've heard it all.

dragon lady: *flutters in* What??

Miya: Ekk! o.o

Doggirl: Heheheh... My friends, meet Myshu. I've hired her to help me maintain this doghouse, seeing as SOME PEOPLE don't seem to do their jobs... *deliberate leering at the Yoshies*

Myshu: Greetings.

Meekachu: Err...

Miya: ... O.o()

Myshu: *watches the dumbed Yoshies for a short span, then scowls at dog* This was it? This is all you wanted?? I was actually busy, you know.

Doggirl: Hey now, be nice. I just wanted to introduce ya to the gang! :-)

Miya: *finally getting the nerve to talk* Uh ...Hi?

Myshu: ...
*turns to dog* ... Yeeahhh... whatever. Don't you have a tail to chase or something? Leave me alone. *strolls away*

Meekachu: Oh, I like her. </sarcasm>

Doggirl: Um... er... Well, nobody's perfect! *nervous blush*

Miya: She's SCARY! Dog, please, make me a hiring consultant! I'll get somebody way better than her!

Doggirl: Fear of job replacement, eh? *g*

Meekachu: More like fear of body part reassortment. Where do you keep getting these freaks?

Doggirl: Trade secret. ^_^

2-6-01:

White: Okay, that's fifteen points. Your turn, Meekio.

Meekachu: For the last time, quit callin' me that already. *spins the game board to face him and contemplates his next maneuver*
...I give up. Myshu, your shot.

Myshu: ...

Meekachu: Any day now, pal.

Myshu: *cracks her knuckles, and situates her game pieces* "Yeisi." Twenty-four points.

Miya: *stares at the board game, a tad befogged* ...I've never heard of that word before...

Myshu: It's Sizimakra. Lizard dialect of 48-2286-B. Now give me my blazin' letters, Meekachu. *holds out her hand*

Meekachu: *snatches letter bag away* It's boguseese. Ain't no way that's a spriffin' word! No points for you.

Myshu: *rising from her chair* Are you challenging me?!

White: *trying to keep score, and failing miserably* Guys, calm down... ^_^()

Meekachu: I sure the heck am! White, grab the dictionary!

Myshu: It won't be there! I told you, it's Sizimakra!

Meekachu: That doesn't exist! I've never heard of it!

Myshu: Well I guess that makes sense, seeing as only lower life forms are able to comprehend only one language!

Meekachu: Grr... that's it!! *lunges across the table at the dragon lady*

Miya: Can't we play for ten consecutive minutes without being at each other's throats!?

Myshu: *throws a warning foreclaw swipe at the yellow Yoshi* Back off, fruit cocktail!

White: *rolls her eyes and chucks the scorecard over her shoulder, exasperated* Oy... -_-o

Doggirl: *walks up* What's going on?? I heard shouting.

Meekachu: *snarls* Dog, tell our beloved CO-WORKER over there to stop playing head games with the rest of us honest players!!

Myshu: *scoffs* Oh, honestly...

White: Yes, honestly! Ugh, Dog, we can't keep this up if Meek and Myshu keep at it like this! It's been like this ever since she got here!

Myshu: Hey, I'm a fairly... agreeable person. It's just a terrible character flaw of mine that I have a hard time interacting with thickskulled, backwater rednecks...

Meekachu: REDNECKS!?

Myshu: *feigns remorse* Oh, I'm so sorry. Did I say rednecks? I meant REJECTS.

Meekachu: *charges at Myshu again* I'm gonna KILL HER!!

Miya: *dives for it and pins the yellow Yoshi to the floor* Get a grip, Meekachu! It's just a game!

Doggirl: What in the WORLD are you guys playing, anyway?? O.o

White: Ghetto Scrabble.

Doggirl: Pardon??

White: It's pretty cool. It's like Scrabble, except with slang words. See? *picks up some letters and gestures to the game board* I can make a word like this... *puts her letters down* F... U... C...

Doggirl: ...! *slaps her paw on the table, disrupting the game board and rearranging the letters* White!! O.o!

White: Hey, my fifteen points!

Myshu: My twenty-four!

Meekachu: You never had those points to begin with!

Miya: *leans over the game board, surveying the damage* Ah, dang. *cracks a grin* Hey look, Dog spelled a new word. B... I... T... C...