Zzoo had barely registered Michael’s presence before ‘chelle and Nikita507 spied him in the driveway. Letting out an exuberant yell, they raced each other to be first to open the door and let the pair in. Unfortunately, they tripped over the silent lurker and ended up colliding with each other in instead. They went down in a tangled mass of arms, legs, cheesy poofs and cheddar goldfishes.

Stunned, the pair lay on the floor gathering their wits and slowly became aware of the fact that crushed cheesy poofs and goldfishes actually complemented each other. It was kind of like those old TV commercials when the Reese’s peanut butter would collide with the chocolate and some dimwit would have a candy epiphany… only this was a junk food epiphany, and the pair of them ignored Michael and Enjoué completely in favor of their newfound snack item, fishypoofs. Their delighted sighs and moans drew Catsma, who sampled the orange delicacy and resolved to use it as an aphrodisiac in her latest NC-17 story. She could already envision Michael licking the powdery orange granules from Nikita’s nubile body…

It was Caro who calmly stepped around the trio (she was more of a Mallomar person, herself) and let Michael and Enjoué in. The pair was immediately enveloped in a big group hug… The authors didn’t know who they were happier to see, Michael or Enjoué.

Michael smiled at them all, taking in their faces. He had a special wink for pbj, who had been holding out on him. He resolved to seduce her into writing more soon. What was is Ranma had said? "Recruit me harder?" Yes, that should do the trick nicely…

Suddenly, he looked perplexed. He turned to Caro, the tall blond who had opened the door, "There’s another blond, the really outspoken one, where is she?"

Caro had the grace to look sheepish, "Oh, you mean Scoo? Well, she kind of went Turbo on the board last night - if you know what I mean - so we washed her mouth out with soap and chained her to the pipes in the basement."

Seeing Michael’s shocked face, she rushed to appease him. "Oh, don’t worry… she actually likes it… She’s in to that whole bondage thing, as you know." Caro gave Michael a knowing stare, she knew what he’d been doing with Scoo on the pirate ship…

Michael looked only slightly guilty and paused for a moment to think warmly of Scoo. Who else had ever compared his love machine to an AK47? It was just so poetic, in a Section sort of way… But he couldn’t allow himself to be distracted. He had been issued orders to use the authors on an assignment, and it was time to let them in on the plan…

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