The fic was going well. Though flames were expected from the offended
churches, it was for the most part, I.C. in context with the plot.
Already Mr. T. B. was asking to have his threesome review and critique
the work. Humor, violence, sex, angst, and self gratification was all
coming together beatifully. Nothing could stop this one, even Mr. R. L.
had written in to say he had just given up in the face of the definative
work on the subject. Nothing could POSSIBILY..."pop!"...uh-oh
	
	They appeared in a small semi-circle, directly facing the cameras and
pushing the main characters out of the way. They were white, chubby and
kowaii as all hell. They were also doing the "Time Warp". In full
costume.

	"Pu, pu pu! <I'm just a sweet transvestite>" proclaimed the one in
fishnets, his lipstick contrasting strangely with the red gem on the
creatures forehead. Then, a new figure stepped from the obscurring dry
ice fog and bowed to the audience. Opening his mouth, he began his
sinister speech, totally obscured by the sound of Rocky Horror Mokona's
doing thier rendition of "Hair"

	"Enough!" yelled the now not so menacing figure as he hefted the Tim
Curry Mokana to his face. "Quiet, or there shall be NO enjoyment of
Jolt, Zoloft and Zingers!" The Mokona's quietened down as Keener stepped
forward and sighed heavily, drop kicking the Sweet Transvestite into the
Butler.

	"Sorry to interrupt," shrugged Keener as he flipped through the next
few pages of the fic," I just thought I'd let you know that I'm back...
oh and she's OOC by the way." 

	Then, as mysteriously as he had arrived...meaning he tripped on his
bucket of Dry Ice and had to be carried out my his Mokona's...Keener
dissappeared. Gone, but NOT gone, for the Master of Hack-Fu had returned
and the world would NEVER be the same. Mostly translating to a shortage
of Zingers and Jolt.

	The reader sighed and deleted the Spam whil the fic writer desperatly
searched for canon as to why "she" had gotten off track.

(I'm just a sweet aquatransexual!!!)
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