Hooray! Not-so-newbie fanfic!

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Originally posted by Ralph Snart:
Now that you've reared your head Fred...

I seem to remember a certain mutant, deaf, stuck in the sewers, having been stood up for a date and feeling pretty damned low about it...

Does this bring any memories back for you?

I have some vague recollection, yes...

I promise I'll get it done eventually.  It's just a case of having the time and the inspiration, preferably at the same time.

Actually too much inspiration might be more accurate.  I've got so many different ideas of how I could proceed with Leela and Angie's respective storylines that I'm having difficulty pinning down a solid direction to go in.

As for time, I'm seriously stuck for the next couple of weeks.  But I will get round to it, because I want to write this story.

Super-quick TOTPD, as I have to be somewhere else in four minutes.  Seriously, that's how little time I have right now.

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Oh right, use that 'Real life' excuse. 

Explanation recieved and accepted.  Hope that real life gets less hectic for you soon...

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Thanks, Ralph.  Ironically, tonight I have a clear couple of hours to mull things over.  And like I said, over the next couple of weeks various things should sort themselves out, then I'll have plenty of time to work on the story.

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I just hope that whatever direction you head in has Leela regaining her role as lead character.

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Hey, Layla.  I loved it, and I'll comment for real sometime in the hopefully near future.  Brain tired lately.  Better excuses later.  (But...Agent Orange and the recruits...    )


And I second Venus: I desperately want to see Leela again! 

But Bravissima!

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Hi everyone, thanks for all the support! I haven't disappeared again. I've just spent the last few days rereading my story and trying to remember what I was thinking when I stopped (Gah! as I recall). Don't panic though, I do actually remember and it's all slowly coming back to me... I think that in some small way I can sympathize with the Futurama writers who are probably about to go through the same process. (Okay... there's Fry and Leela, and I remember them... one of them is a mutant... now which one?)

I haven't been answering questions mostly because I could no longer remember the answers. Where's Leela? I dunno. Is Nibbler in trouble? I dunno. I think I'm mostly caught up though now. I'm hoping to bring Leela back into the story fairly quickly... but I'd also like to do it somewhat logically (believe it or not) so it's gonna be a little while. When last we left Nibbler, Zoidberg was cuddling up to him... I define that as trouble anyway.

Coming up next (though not now, sorry) Morris's adventures with his new friends.

(Oh, and thanks very much to those of you who pointed out how calm Munda is. That scene was originally connected directly with the last scene where she's much more panicky, so it's actually her fighting for control after a freakout... of course I didn't remember that either, and in fairness, she is maybe a little too cheerful in that scene... but it was definately temporary, as you'll see.)

Thanks again!

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Let's ee, you're on chapter 582 of your fic, you've started college, gone to hang out with some French speaking people and in essense, have gotten a life that most of us would envy.  I think it's kind of understandable why the updates have slowed and why you may have lost your way with the story.

However, you have given us nice little treats along the way, like Leela's Rocket Skating story, along with a much-requested epilogue.  A true shining example of the wonders that your mighty brain can concieve and share with us lesser mortals.

Take care and we (at least I) appreciate what you do, when you can do it.

I just have one, small request:

No matter what direction your story takes, don't kill Leela... (typed in the most pathetic, pleading way possible)

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Don't worry Ralph, Layla once told me that she would not kill any main characters. (She already killed many mutants in the sewers but they were only background characters.)

Layla, I think I was confused when I said that nibbler was in trouble. I think I read that in another Fanfic... I hope you're not re-reading your fanfic because I wrote that. Anyway, I'm sure you'll find a way to end this story without killing everyone. 
 

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then again, nothing makes for a more thrilling climax then bloodspray!

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Ok then, Kill Zoidberg!!!! And make Nibbler eat what's left of him... Or not! Or just kill all those special agents that are now on the Nimbus. (Death by airlock failure could be fun...)

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I've always been partial to 'Death by sonic diarrhea'...

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Didn't someone do a fic about Death by Brain Parasite?

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Yeah:  http://www.futurama-madhouse.com.ar/fanfic/flowers1.shtml
That's really weird; I was reading it just yesterday...

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Hey there. Great story. I saw Becky's pic inspired by the story on leela zone and had to read it for myself. And all I can say is WOW! This is one amazing fanfic! But I'm up to the latest update and I need more, MORE I TELL YOU! You have to finish the story. Please! I'm begging you. I must know what happens to Leela and everyone else for that matter. I'm far to engrossed in it for it to be unfinished!

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What he said  .

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Aw, thanks fellas! I'm all bashful now. I'm hoping to get another update out (a big one) within a week and a half or so. It's a bit slow going for two reasons. One, I'm in a wedding (not mine sadly) and tres occupé right now, and two, I'm really working on about five scenes simultaneously, which is the price you pay for a ridiculously circuitous fanfic. It's easy to set up conflict after conflict... not so easy to solve  them in an emotionally satisfying, vaguely logical, well paced way. So... er, lot's of goals here.
Thanks for all the support and encouragement. I'm not disappearing again!

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Have a great time at the wedding! Don't burn yourself out. Ne te sauve pas avec l'époux de la marié! 

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Big update?  Week and a half?  I haven't heard any of this yet, at least give me a head staaaart! [/whine]

Enjoy the wedding you enigma. 

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Hi I'm de-lurking from the fanfic forum to say how much I enjoyed this story. I've spent the last week reading the entire story. I'm too tired (or possibly too lazy) to offer any critique so I'll simply give my impressions instead. It was awesome.  Best. Fanfic. Ever. An awe inspriring, jaw dropping, tear inducing  masterpiece. I loved all of it the tension, the drama, the cliffhangers and yes the shippy too. That goes for the ficlets also. Write some more soon. Please! I would dearly love to know that Leela is ok.  Seriously, have you thought of writing professionally?

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I just read 'Famous Last Words'. Only one complaint: I came up with that 'Twister: F5 Edition' pun! You longtime writers here, you! You just enjoy stealing from us n00bies!

Naa, I'm just kidding. I really, really enjoyed it. 

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It's amazing how exhausting a wedding can be... especially for the maid of honour (though there were two of us.) and now how much work I've got to get done! Oddly enough the bride set me up with the groom several years ago... obviously it didn't go very well! Anyhoo, it was a beautiful, and extremely long day. I'll have to post a picture as soon as I get one.

John, you should know by now that I love scaring you! (I had no idea that I was an enigma though!) You'll get it whenever I've got it done.
Love ya, bud!

Chug a bug: Well aren't you sweet. Thanks so much!I'm so glad you liked it. I'm hoping to bring Leela back into the story very soon! And as for your question, Seriously, I have thought about it, but not seriously... does that make sense? 

Xanfor: Ooh, the shippy guy's here. Clool! I'm glad you liked Famous Last Words... and I reserve the right to uncreative steal from as many people who come after me as I want!  Original thought is way too much work. Anyway, I've been gone so long it's like being a newbie all over again!

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Oh, the tension is killing me, when are you adding to the story, I'm dying here people. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease, i need to hear this story, and I'm having a major panic attack over Leela, tell me shes okay, shes gotta be okay. If she isn't then how will Leela and Fry get together, they are getting together arn't they. AHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS. OVERLOAD.

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You're not stealing anything from my fic! And I'm not gonna say that I'd like to see you try, 'cause you might. 

And shame on you! I just read that you've promised not to kill any main characters. Where's the fun in that? But then again, I have yet to read all 583 chapters of 'Fry's Choice', so maybe there's a good reason... 

Give me a month or two and I'll read a little each day. Plus work on my own fics. 

Clamps, clamps... Clamps, clamps, clamps... CLAMPS! :grabsheadandgoescrazyemoticon:

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I've read the first four chapters of this fic, and I'm greatly impressed.  Just putting in my two cents' worth.  I'll continue reading, and perhaps I'll catch up before I die.

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I think I'm about to die with worry, i need to know what happened to Leela, will you be updating soon (please say you will)

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<slinks in>

<waves brightly>

<thinks>

<looks abashed>

<slinks out>

<returns>

<updates>

<blows kisses to readers, responders, and JBERGES for betaing>
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Part 55:

   “What do you think they’re talking about?”

Munda rubbed the tips of her tentacles together, troubled, before responding. “I’m not sure, Fry.”
   
   “Yeah, well, that makes two of us.” Fry rubbed his head, wincing as his fingers touched the inflamed injury.
   
   Munda peered at him, working hard to show the concern that, though heartfelt, was coated thickly with exhaustion of body and spirit. “Are you all right?”
   
   He shrugged, then nodded apathetically. “I guess so. You?”

   She stared straight ahead for a moment before responding. “Not really.”

   “Yeah, me neither.” Fry’s eyes began to drift closed, head drooping forward. She gently tilted his chin up so he wouldn’t fall over. Munda let her eye rest on his forehead. The skin had been broken and he was sporting a large bluish lump. She did not remember seeing that mark before they’d been separated.
   
   “What happened to your head?”
   
   He perked up a bit, fighting his exhaustion, and Munda released him slowly. “I’m glad you asked.”
   
   “Are you?” She ought to have felt surprised, puzzled, or even confused by his answer, but Munda felt little of anything, emotionally cauterized.

   “Sure. It’s about the only thing I remember about what’s happened to me... at least…  what’s happened that I know was real.” He tilted his head in a lazy shrug. “One of the soldier guys decided I wasn’t walking fast enough and bashed me good. You guys have weird customs here in the future.” The merest shadow of a smile brushed his lips. “Although, you know, I think my dad would’ve approved.”

   Munda did not know what to make of that last part, and her confusion wearied her, helped to numb what anger she managed to dredge up at the soldier’s actions. There was a time when she would have been outraged, appalled by the needless cruelty, when she would have marched over to the soldier and given him, at the very least, a piece of her mind. Where, she wondered sadly, had that strong-minded woman gone? A few drops of pity wrung themselves free of her dried out soul, and she brushed a tentacle feather-light across his forehead, carefully skirting the injury. “Does it hurt much?”


   “Nah, I’m okay... I’m really tired, though.” He blinked sleepily at her. “I don’t get it, Mrs.… Leela’s Mom. I don’t understand what’s going on.” Fry tiled his head thoughtfully. “I don’t suppose you’ve got one of those pie things and you know, one of those sticks Hermes waves around?”

   “I… don’t,” she said slowly.

    He sighed ruefully. “That’s okay. Leela’s a lot better about explaining things than Bender is… I guess it’s a robot thing. Did I sleep long?”

   Munda hesitated before responding. “Well, you were unconscious.”

   “So… yes then?”

 “You were very sick.”

   “Oh… because of the chair dealie, right? I remember that. So, why am I so tired now? Sounds like I already broke my old sleeping record.” His head was again dropping forward and she tugged him closer so Fry could lean on her shoulder, ignoring the warning twinge in her abused abdomen. After a moment of resistance, he accepted the support.

   “Well, it wasn’t exactly a sleep, dear, and it wasn’t exactly restful.”
The position of her head made her neck ache, and Munda let her own head rest against his ever so gently.   

   Fry shook his head, awkwardly pinned as it was, and she quickly lifted her head again, but he was not paying attention to that. “It was like the weirdest, longest dream I’ve ever had, and it felt more real than a dream, even that one about Bender stealing my blood. It was pretty scary.” He lifted his head and turned his face towards her. “It was so... well, never mind. You’ve got more important things to think about.”

   After a beat, Munda, whose attention had indeed been wandering, refocused on Fry. “Maybe, but I don’t want to think about ... everything right now. Tell me about your dream.”

   Fry stiffened in surprise, then relaxed again, visibly relieved. The dream had been worrying him, she realized. “I saw people I knew, people from a long time ago, and people from now. It was raining; well, there was just water everywhere. It was the wettest dream I’ve ever had.”
   Munda gave him a startled look, her cheeks flushing a bit. Fry caught her reaction, and suddenly chuckled lightly. “Whoops, sorry.”
   She gently pulled him back on track. “You were telling me about your dream?” she prompted him softly.
   “Right. It was really strange. I didn’t know what to do, or what was happening…” With great effort he wrested himself free of the half-embrace and looked her straight in the eye, uneasiness changing to some emotion Munda could not interpret. “Then… Leela came. It was better having her there... she just felt so real.” He smiled sadly. “I guess it couldn’t have really been her; but, she just felt so much like my Leela.” Energy ebbing as quickly as it had come, Fry shifted back to rest his head on her shoulder once more. “We talked a lot. I don’t remember everything she said, but…. We were both trapped somewhere, Mrs. Turanga, and the water was coming up so fast... I thought, I thought we were gonna die, but Leela was there, so I wasn’t too afraid. She was there taking care of me, right until I woke up,” his voice dropped to a whisper…. “Even after I asked her to go.”
   
Munda surprised herself by starting to cry; she’d thought herself far beyond such intense feeling. Flustered, Fry patted her shoulder. “Don’t cry, please don’t cry. I’m sure we’ll find Leela soon. The doctor lady said she was safe. Oh, I’m sorry.”

   Hearing the alarm in his voice, she fought to get a hold of herself. A few steadying breaths and gulped sobs and she found her ravaged voice again. “No, I’m sorry, Fry. I don’t think…” she paused to collect herself. “That was no dream. Leela did, she did go into your head to help you. I don’t know exactly where or how... but you came out, and she didn’t.”

   The Cyclops really did not mean that to sound accusing, but Fry stood accused nonetheless. By the look on his face, she might as well have slapped him with those last seven words. “It... it’s my fault that Leela’s... Leela’s in trouble?” Like any one person, Fry could not grasp the destruction of unknown lives, nor the fear and terror that had been unleashed on so many. The suffering of the mutants was an off-hand comment from Bender and a dim, two-dimensional picture of unreality. Fry couldn’t conceive of it, and had not tried… but Fry could understand that Leela was in danger. He had walked that terrifying road before in bare feet over rough pebbles. That was a horrifyingly vivid high-definition TV movie and to have such a thing be his, Philip J. Fry’s, fault… He swayed, growing absolutely pallid.

   Munda gasped and grabbed his shoulders trying to retract her words. “No, no, I didn’t mean that. It was Leela’s choice, not your fault... do you hear me?” Fry stared at nothing with glassy eyes. “Please, listen. You- you were trying to protect her... I am so grateful for that, Fry, I am.”

   “Grateful…”

   “I’m sorry, Fry, so sorry.” Her eye was burning now, along with her conscience. “I know it’s not really your fault, but, I just, I just want my family back.”

    Chastity returned a moment later with two pink cheeks and a delighted smile that had the grace to vanish instantly at the sight of them in a fierce, mutually protective embrace, connected to each other through a woman who had slipped noiselessly away from them to an unknown fate. 

   “Time to rest,” she said quietly, leaving no room for argument.
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   Nixon sighed heavily. “At times like these, lackey, I wish I still had my body so I could drum my fingers. There’s no better way to express impatience than a good drumming.” He frowned at the screen, waiting for someone on the Nimbus to respond.

   Lackey spoke up cautiously, “Would you like me to do it for you, sir?”

   The President tilted his chin up thoughtfully. “Perhaps. Give it a go, soldier.”

   Taking a deep breath, Lackey rolled his fingers lightly against the polished wood of Nixon’s desk, creating an irregular pitter-patter. “How’s that, sir?”

   “Not quite like that... it needs to be faster, and louder. Put some muscle into that pinky!”

   Obediently, Lackey did. Nixon’s face lit up for a split second. “Better, sir?”

   “Ah, yes, that’s the... oh, well, you’ve lost the rhythm of it, try-” The President slumped, in a heady sort of way. “No, no. Never mind. It’s just not the same.” He turned away from his servant and back to the screen. “Where are those boobs? This is a priority channel! They had better not have lost control of the ship.”

   “Uh, uh, yes. Hello!” At long last a man popped up on screen, wincing at a burst of static. “Sorry about that. We’re a little busy-”

   “Too busy for Richard M. Nixon!” The President roared. Lackey thumped the desk solidly with a fist, blinking in surprise at his reflex. Nixon dropped the rage for a moment and glanced back. “There, now that was a good one. You... you will live.”

   “Thank you, sir.”

   Nixon smiled in a completely insane, yet fatherly manner before turning again to the profusely apologizing agent. “What’s going on up there?! Who are you, and where’s Orange!”

   “I’m-”

   “That’s not the question I’m most interested in! Where’s Orange?!”

   The rattled corporal spoke rapidly. “Sorry, Mr. President. The commander is with the prisoners, sir; there’s been a slight problem.”

   “Which is?”

   “The entire crew has gone insane!”

   Nixon stared coolly at him, nonplussed. “Someone been using the holoshed?”

   “No, sir, it’s that Captain, Brannigan, sir, he’s, er, gotten himself into an airlock somehow, with the prisoners, and the Nimbus crew has, en masse, decided to hmm... kill him extremely dead, sir.”

   “What?”

   “It’s a mutiny, well, it was a mutiny before actually, kind of a temporary one, and everything was going very well until someone got into the sound system, sir.”

   “Sound system?!”

   “Oh, yes, sir, and you see, he’s been broadcasting his greatest hits for the last two days. We can’t seem to shut him down and the crew wants him… Well actually, they wanted him dead before, but now they really, really want him extremely dead, sir.”

   “Not only mostly dead?”

   “No sir, extremely, very dead, perhaps even a little deader than that, and the commander, and everyone else but me, sir, are down there trying to get the other prisoners out of harm’s way, seeing as how you wanted them alive, sir, at least until they’ve been thoroughly interrogated.”

   “You mean they still haven’t been interrogated yet? It’s been forever!”

   “Oh, yes sir, I know sir, but you know, the… the captain, he’s not been very easy to work with. I really think he’s flipped his lid, sir, meaning no disrespect, and everyone else has too.”

   “Patch me through.”

   “Pardon?”

   “Patch me through to Captain Idiot. Now!”

   “Uh, it could take some time sir... what with the murderous mob and all.”

   “I’ll wait. Now move it!”

   “Uh, yessir, right away!”

   Just before the connection was cut off, they heard him yell, “Hey, Jules, we’re gonna need that extension cord! No, the really long one! Oops.”

   “Shall I resume drumming, sir?”

   “No... just get me a hot toddy and a Sudoku puzzle.”

   “Yes, Mr. President.”
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[Reply #426 on:]

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My happy came back! Nixon was great and i love Fry's reaction to thinking he got Leela in trouble.

More soon?

[Reply #427 on:]

Thank you thank you thank you, I still wonder whether Leela's alright but I love the update, especally Nixon, oh oh and the bit with Fry was so emotional (starts crying), you are the best Layla, your writing is insperational, I mean, even with Fry and Leela being seperated you still manage to include shippyness(stops crying and cheers). And the comedy, I think my ribs just cracked with all the laughing. How are you so good, its completely amazing. I will wait for the next update with bated breath.              

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Yay! An update!  Arrgh the angst! Wonderful! Nixon was hilarious! Encore, encore! I loved it!

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“Not only mostly dead?”

   

Great update, Layla.  Your usual touching moments, and Nixon.
 

"You... you will live.”

I can feel plot progression coming any day now!  I'd put a wink smiley there, but I think I already used my emoticon quote for the month.

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Just before the connection was cut off, they heard him yell, “Hey, Jules, we’re gonna need that extension cord! No, the really long one! Oops.”

I like this line.  There's something so... Futurama-esque about it.  And I love the scene between Fry and Munda. 

Please update again soon, we have to find out what's happened to Leela!

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Everything Venus said!  Including the "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Poor Fry.  Poor Munda.  Where is Leela?!?!    at Nixon&Lackey.    at the approaching Nixon-Zapp interaction. 

Brava, Layla!  Brava!

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Originally posted by Layla50:
“No... just get me a hot toddy and a Sudoku puzzle.”

I always wondered what Nixon did to calm himself and now I know! 

I loved the bonding with Fry and Munda. They want to know where Leela is and so do I!! 

I love the way this story is progressing. When it's finished we should petition to get it made into a movie coz it's better than some of the plotlines movie studios are coming up with nowadays.

Also don't end it too fast. Let it run the distance. I hate stories that start off slowish then speed through the end. And I reckon this has a fair bit of distance to run yet.

And please don't take too long with the next update pretty please coz I am very needy and NEED more updates. 

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??? Layla is still alive??? How???

Anyway that was a great update Layla. Nixon and is lackey were funny. (-You will live.- Ha ha ha good one)

I hope that I’ll hear from you soon.

Keep it up.

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Ah, very well put together Layla.  Looks like you worked out everything that needed a'fixin' (little thanks to me) and especially glad you decided to fix up the 'wet dream' line. If I had my way, the line would have been 'It was the wettest dream about your daughter I ever had' just to make it a bit more awkward  .

The Nixon scene was some classic, well placed comic relief.  Great work Layls, hope you appear out of nothing to send me some more of your writing soon.

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yey, Layla is back!  This was a great update.  I love lacky; I think he's my favorite original fan-fic character.  Please continue writing!

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Oh.

See, you're all being so sweet and kind and friendly and supportive, which naturally makes me feel really terrible about being Lurky Mc Lurk Lurk, even when I wasn't being completely AWOL.

Add to that the national Canadian guilt complex, and you can understand why I'm shifting awkwardly right now.

I am writing, and will be dropping more update fodder in Bergey's lap shortly. And... due to popular demand, I'm writing a scene right now that I hadn't planned on, that will answer a question I see circulating. <Refuses to confirm what question that is.>

soylentOrange: Thanks very much, and I will, and I am writing. As for your other comment, I will let Lackey handle it.

<Lackey steps forward nervously, eyes darting>
Lackey: Uh... hello there. I'm...Lackey. <taps mic> Is this thing on? Good. Um... I would just like to say thank you for enjoying me as a character. Momma always told me to get out there and be the best darn Lackey I could be, and it just feels so good to know that I'm doing an adequate job of being a subjugated employee of President Richard M. Nixon. And... now I have to go, before he gets impatient and needs to thump a desk. <Skitters off>

There you have it.

Bergey: Oh, much, much thanks to you... especially for that character stuff! I don't know where my head has been lately, but it hasn't been in Fry's. That line was completely intentional, and your reaction was absolutely priceless... I had meant to ask you about what to do with it but, <shrug> I didn't. Thanks a million, as always.

Nic: Ah, je suis tellement desolee pour avoir disparu encore une fois. Je ne veut pas t'ennuyer, mais je suis preoccupe avec beaucoup de choses maintenant. Desolee ami!

I_Need_Leela: Thanks for the kind words. Your comments about rushing the ending are well taken and well timed. It's rather tempting right now to write.

"And suddenly Morbo's people blew up the world and everybody died. The end."

Sigh... tempting... but no. As for the movie, as much as I would enjoy the royalty checks, I think I'm far more likely to be sued than anything else. Now if they want to start putting out Futurama novels, they are welcome to drop me a line. :P

Shiny: Thanks, girl! <<<<big hugs>>>> Have you written anything I may have missed?

PCC Fred: Thanks! I'm trying to be Futurama-y, despite my penchant for the melodrama, and it's encouraging to I can still do it, even if I don't feel like I'm doing it!

Nerd-o-rama: <giggles> Never afraid to prod me along are you! Nor should you be! Thanks, bud, as always.

Chug a bug: Thanks! Angst is fun, isn't it? I have a passing affection for torturing characters... and readers.

jle1993: Thanks a bunch! I'm glad you liked it, although, sigh... I'm not good... I'm completely unreliable right now. I guess what I'm saying is don't hold your breath... I wouldn't want to be responsible for your death.

Venus: Oh, I miss you! And look at you being good and writing the wonderful story I love and adore! ...and I will review it... right now, I need to work on this update, but hopefully soon...

Soonish?

Hugs all!

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Originally posted by *Layla*:
* je suis tellement desolee pour avoir disparu encore une fois. Je ne veut pas t'ennuyer, mais je suis preoccupe avec beaucoup de choses maintenant.*

Layla, I just have one thing to say: You’ll never bother me with your problems. (I thought I told you that before.) So if there’s anything you need to talk about, you know were to find me.   

[Reply #438 on:]

I just buzzed in from having read everything on your other link and this one, too. Three words, girl: Amazing stuff! And that's 'amazing' with a capital 'H'!
I really can't discuss everything I like because it would probably take 'till the bottom of this page. All I can say is that this stuff is grrrreat. Fics as good as yours are few and far between. Keep it up!!! 

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How dare you say that, KittyKat! Fics as good as Layla's are never found!

(Realizes that self just said Layla doesn't exist)

(Kills self in shame)