OtakuNXS presents:

		The Return of Keener and Other Things I Forgot!

<Scene opens with the normal FFML cast writing, proofreading, and
wolfing down their proper daily requierments of Spam burgers. A
crackling is heard as the very fabric of reality is taken for a spin in
a blender under the heading, frappee! The sky begins to churn and change
colors like an Interositor on the fritz and the younger authors look up
in fear and trepidation. The Older authors simply shook their heads and
offered thier friends a pork rind. A very tired man in a mysterious
trenchcoat, mysterious fedora and with a mouth still full of mysterious
Spam, stood up, fumbled for his cue card and read aloud.>

Mysterious etc, etc: <spewing chunks of conglead meat and bread> It is
time... <sighs, sits down and chokes down the rest of his meal with a
Jolt.>

<To the newbie's surprise, a group of bizzarre creatures begin walking
out of a tear in space/time itself. THe creatures are white, chubby,
cute as all hell and carrying instruments, wearing sun glasses, black
ties and black hats. The Newbie's puzzlement grows even more as the
seven creatures begin setting up their instruments and then stand at the
ready. Then, an unheard cue is given and the creatures do an
Akyrod/Belushi. Now, truley perplexed, the newbei's are mesmerized by
the Pu's Brothers performance and are again startled as a voice booms
behind them>

Impressive Orson Wells Voice Over tm: Martial Artists in Bandannas was
mine, RPM did the wonderful MIB Galaxy Police stories. Kouma Ryodachi?
If there hasn't been a Blue Seed fic before, wouldn't that make "The Day
the Lounge Lizard Died" the first? I also thought I was a Revenge Ender
as well... hmmmmmmm.

<A figure materilizes through the Reality Crack. a figure that resembles
most Shojo villians, complete with "I can't believe it's not female!"
features, dramatic black armor with cape, and a strange blizzard of
cherry blossoms, funny the forecast was for rose petals.>

Keener <In all his Zoloft taking, hack-fu "glory": What is this anyway?
I know my stories are realively forgetable, Shadow Dancer made that bit
clear to me, but it's starting to look like I'm dissappearing in the
flesh as well. I feel like I'm stuck in a Twighlight Zone episode, I
mean I HAVE had a real bad past two months and I HAVEN'T been able to
answer my mail over the last three weeks due to my new job, <sigh> 

<Floats in midair while thinking the whole thing over, notices he left
the Mokonators running and thus smashes them with a massive blast of
energy.> 

Keener: Well, I didn't want to have to go and do this but you guys have
left me NO alternative! Weep for your souls and prepare to bow before
the Nabisco thing! You've made this Dishwashing Liquid and now you must
SOAK in it! I, Keener the master of Hack Fu, the Parrot King, Kazier
Soize, and the fanfic author formely known as Robert Pattilo, shall
start... POSTING STORIES!!! <Manically laughter followed by hacking and
wheezing>

Keener: Jinnia Syndrome, sorry <floats away with his Mokonators, who
know resemble S'mores, back through the rift!>

<The Newbie's shake their heads to clear the info overload, notice that
the Elders are almost done eating and quickly scarf downt eh rest of
their food. They are thus unaware of the two figures, carrying umbrellas
and wearing bandannas over their eyes, stealthfull approach.> 

Agent R: Ready?

Agent P: <sigh> Yep! 

<The Martial Artists in Bandanna's spin their umbrellas, and Keener's
forgotten once again.>

Agent P: Good lord, a fic?

Agent R: Better call for back up!

The End