Here, produced electronically for your viewing pleasure, is a short fic, being
a tiny jaunt within the Neon Genisis Evangelion Universe.  Enjoy.

Ye Olde Disclaimere: 
I have no claim to the creation of these characters, and all are copywrote to
Gainax, Hideaki Anno, lots of other rich people.  If I even considered using
thier characters for my own profit, they'd have Asuka tap-dance on my head
with Unit02

Ani-Mania Incroperated Presents:

"A short; nearly dark; and not so nearly funny as some other fics, but still
enjoyable NGE fic; that may or may not have penguins... but probably does."

***

	"Tadaima Shinji-kun!" Misato called as she entered the apartment.  
	No answer. 'Must still be out,' Misato thought as she took off her jacket,
throwing it on the couch.  'Ah well.  That gives me some time to relax, and
enjoy my favorite past-time,' she decided, opening the fridge.  	"Here we go!"
she said, taking a  can of  beer out of the fridge and poping the top.
"Here's to the good life!" she said, knocking back about half the can in one
shot.  She took a look at the label.  "Ugh.  American beer. Kaji and his
stupid "Beer Around the World Club" membership.  Give me a good ol' can of
Yebisu any day."
	When she came back up for air, she heard a rustling.  "Shinji-kun, is that
you?" she called.  No answer. 
	"Hmm.  Must be imagining things," she said to herself, preparing a pack of
microwave dumplings.  Then she heard it again.
	"Who's there! Shinji-kun, are you home," she called, a little louder, peeking
around the door frame.  No answer.  No one there.
	Misato turned back to her dumplings, shaking her head.  'Man, working for
NERV has sure put me on edge recently,' she thought, stiring the dumplings.
There was another ruffling sound,  followed by a burst of shuffling footsteps.
	Misato grabbed a pan from the sink.  Fortuanrely it was full of dirty dishes
since it was her day to wash.  She stood with her back to wall beside the
door.  She called into the other room.  "Whoever you are, you'd better leave
in a hurry!  I'm in no mood for games."  
	The shuffling footsteps stopped in front of the kitchen door. Misato raised
the pan, ready to slam it into whoever came through the door.  The person
turned the handle, shakily, and opened the door ever so slowly.
	Misato didn't waste a moment, gathering her strength, she swung the pan
straight at the intruder's beak.
	'Beak!' she thought wildly, wrenching the pan out of it's path and throwing
it into the cabnets on the other side of the kitchen.  Fortunately it missed
the three foot tall bird.  
	"Pen-Pen!" she shouted, "Don't sneak up on me like that."  She grabbed her
beer from the counter, and poped the dumplings in the microwave.  She wiped
her forehead.  'Silly bird scared me out of my wits,' she though.  She felt a
chill, and looked over her shoulder.  Pen-Pen was staring at her.
	"Jeez, I'm sorry," she appologized, "But you snuck up on me.  You could have
said something," she explained, taking a pull from the can of beer.  Pen-Pen
was still staring at her.
	"What!" she exclaimed.  "I said I was sorry.  I've been on edge recently."
She suddenly realized she was carring on a conversation with her pet.  She
shut up, turning back to watch the timer on the microwave tick down.  She
could feel his eyes burning into her back.  'It's my imagination,' she soothed
herself, 'he's gone back to his room, and all this will have been forgotten.
She turned around.  Pen-Pen was staring at her.
	"What do you want!" she shouted.  "I said I was sorry, and it's your fault
anyway Pen-Pen.  Sneaking up like that.  At least I didn't do any damage." she
said, looking over the penguins body.  His nametag was missing.  And he was
still staring at her.
	"What happened to your nametag, Pen-Pen?" she asked.
	He still stared at her.  He took a step foward.
	"I said, 'Where's your nametag'."
	He still stared.  He took another step.
	"You aren't Pen-Pen, are you?" she called, her voice cracking.
	He took a step foward.
	"Who are you? What do you want?  Where's Pen-Pen?"
	No answer.  He took a step foward.
	"Well say something!" she screamed, throwing her beer at it.  "Go on!  Say
something!  Talk!  TALK!"
	<Do be do be doo>
***

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apreciated.  PLEASE tell me someone is reading my stuff.  I can be reached at
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Ja Ne!
Wakko Warner 

and

The Ani-Mania Incorperated Assistant Writing Staff:

***Abrasia, Muse of Creative Artistic Motivation***
[A woman, looking mid-20ish, stands in a white toga with purple, crewcut hair,
and her weapon of choice, "The Great and Mighty Sprok of
Prodding!(tm)".(Actually
It's just a giant plastic KFC spork]
Abrasia: It's all Greek to me, anyway.

***Flash D'Angello, Patron Saint of Flashy Distractions***
[30 Year old man in white robes, festooned with tinfoil propellers]
Flash: I think digital watches are neat.

***Glitch, my personal Gremlin****
[A blueish scally thing with bright pink fur grins, sort of, and munches on a
floppy disk]

***Deo-Sparks, Goddess of Writers Block and General Literary Disfunction***
[A tall woman, with dark, straight hiar reaching down to her waist nods.  She
wears multicolored robes, and has matching sets of three marks up her
cheeks(like whiskers) and an inverted pyramid shape on her forehead]
Deo: 2nd class, limited.  And cute to boot!


Afterword(for those that read this far):
Major Kasuragi was found in a state of shock and rushed to Tokyo 3 medical
center, where she was started on a 200cc Yebisu drip IV.  She was released the
next day, despite her fromal protests.

Asuka blamed Shinji for the whole afair, and refused to speak to him for a
week, much to his relief.

The penguin was last seen south at a high rate of speed.

** No animals were harmed in the making of this fic, altough one of the grips
swatted at fly.  Fortunately, he missed.

The secret word is: Figdough.  
First person to E-mail me with the secret word will get a 'walked on' roll in
my next spamfic.  Thank you for reading.  Please email me, I'm so lonely.