A/N: I wrote most of this dialogue in geometry several months ago and began to type it up in history. However, class ended and I soon forgot all about it. Then I started getting a bunch of reviews asking me when I was gonna finish, and if I was, etc. So, here is more fever. hope you're happy. Read and enjoy!

D/C: I rule the Matrix! I am the Queen of the Matrix! Everyone bow down before my might, for I, the Empress of the Matrix, command you! All fear me and despair! *white suits show up* Ah, my loyal minions approach! *sedated* white suit A: Please ignore the broad, she needs a nice rest. white suit B: Go on about your business, and so you know, the Wachoskis are the Lords of the Matrix. white suit C: Don't mind the nutcase, she don't mean no harm; can't control herself sometimes… white suit A: There you are, move along folks… (translation: no I do not own the matrix, and I know that I don't and it depresses me wah)

The four-poster was carved exquisitely from dark mahogany, and spread with deep crimson sheets. Clarice lay with the covers up to her chin, staring at the red canopy for what felt like days upon days. The room was silent. Occasionally one of the Twins flipped a page in a magazine, but other than that the room was devoid of all sound. Barring the rasping of air that was Clarice's breathing. Her throat was sore and scratchy, and when she coughed, it tasted vaguely of cherries. Her nose was so stuffed that she had to breathe through her mouth, and it irritated her. Breathing through her mouth made her throat even sorer. She could still barely talk, and she hadn't eaten since dinner the night before.

The digital clock on the beside table read, "2:45."

"Do you have any soup?" Clarice rasped.

"No," answered on Twin coldly.

Several minutes later, Clarice asked, "Do you have any crackers?"

"No," replied the other Twin, in an equally cold tone.

After a long period of silence, Clarice asked, "Do you have any ginger ale?"

"No," responded the first Twin.

Clarice waited several seconds, and suddenly realized that she wanted something else. "Do you—" she began.

The second Twin snapped, "No! Do we"

"Look like"

"Pantries"

"To you?"

Clarice replied, "No, bu—"

"Then shut up!" snapped the second.

Clarice stared at the canopy again and eventually fell asleep. Ten minutes later, She woke up, bored, and began to wonder if she should ask for something to do. After debating quietly with herself for several minutes, she asked, "Do you have a Playstation or a tv or something?"

"Why?"

"I'm bored."

"Go to sleep," said the first Twin. He was reading GQ and seemed to be in charge.

"I've been asleep!"

"Then go back to sleep," he said, uninterested.

"I've. Been. Asleep." Clarice repeated.

The second twin replied, "It was nice, too."

"We got through," began the first Twin.

"A lot of pages with the silence."

Clarice groaned, but relinquished. She propped herself up with her pillows, keeping herself busy for about five minutes. When she finished, she stared around the room quietly. However, several moments later, she noticed a magazine sitting next to the immature twin, and said, "Can I see that magazine?"

"No," responded the first twin.

"Why not?" Clarice demanded in a whisper. "You aren't reading it!"

He replied, calmly, "You are sick and—"

"all germy! We aren't"

"Bringing it to you."

"Then I'll come and get it," replied Clarice, moving to get out of bed.

"No you won't!" cried the second twin, cringing in his chair.

"Stay over there," commanded the first Twin.

"But I want to read the magazine!" Clarice protested, standing up.

The second Twin crawled farther into his chair, pulling his legs up to his chest. "Keep away, you germ ridden menace!" he shrieked.

"We don't want to get your germs!" the first twin said.

"You do realize that you're doing exactly what that stupid French dude thinks you will, right?"

"Who cares?"

"Predictability is a sacrifice that…"

"We're willing to make, germy"

"Ugh."

Several minutes later, the silence stretching thin, Clarice finally snapped and declared, "Unh! It's too quiet!"

The first twin replied sardonically, "Not anymore."

"Can't you just sit there?"

"I'm so bored!" cried Clarice.

"Be bored in silence."

Impertinently Clarice began to sing, although it sounded like a horse dying, as her throat was too sore to allow any real sound.

Annoyed, the first twin relented and said, "Give us the magazine." He placed it on the carpet and slid it across the room. "Now shut up!"

Smiling Clarice said, "Thank you."

"Shut up."

"Sheesh." Clarice muttered.

"Shut. Up!"

Silenced, Clarice climbed back into bed and read the magazine quietly. At the end of one hour, she said, "Good 'zine, got anymore?"

"Shut up."

After several minutes, Clarice sighed, "I'm bored again."

"So what?" asked the second twin.

"I want something to do." Clarice whined.

"So what?"

"Fine," Clarice sighed.

About ten minutes later, Clarice declared, "I am pretty hungry."

"We don't give a damn," said the first twin.

"Why not," asked Clarice, "aren't you hungry?"

"Shut up!" said the other twin.

"I'm hungry!"

"Good for you," said the first twin, flipping a page of Good Housekeeping.

"Shut it germy."

"It's five thirty, what happened to lunch?" asked Clarice.

"There is no lunch," said the second twin.

There was a knock at the door, and it opened. Cain, Abel, and Miro stepped in.

"Hello boys," said Cain

"Can we leave now?" asked the first twin.

"Nope," replied Abel, smiling.

"We're bringing you guys the essentials," said Miro. "Cots, TV, DVD…you know."

"But we want to leave," whined the second twin.

Miro shrugged, "I can't help you there."

"But," protested the second twin.

"How are we to eat?"

"Table," Cain replied shortly.

"One of the servants will bring food."

"Food?" asked Clarice.

Miro continued, "And we're bringing up the PS2 as soon as we can figure out how to copy it."

"Playstation?" asked Clarice.

"And call me if you want stuff… Books, DVD's, games…"

"Books?" Clarice asked, eyes wide. "Games?"

"Thank you," said the first twin.

"What about our laptops?" asked the second twin.

Abel answered, "We'll see if we can sneak 'em in here."

"Laptops?" asked Clarice.

Miro looked at her feet, "We're sorry you guys have to stay in here."

"It has to suck," Cain agreed.

"But at least you can mess around all day," said Abel with a smile.

"Yes, but—" began the first twin.

"The girl is bloody annoying!"

"Excuse me?" asked Clarice.

"She's always demanding stuff," continued the first twin.

"Well believe me, its not like being bedridden is fun!" defended Clarice.

"And she's germy," added the second twin.

"And that's my fault how?" asked Clarice, annoyed.

"Sorry boys," said Miro. "I guess you're stuck here for a while. The Merovingian ain't too pleased with the anti-germ mindset."

"But germs are gross!" protested the second twin.

"Whatever," sighed Miro. "Bye guys."

"Goodbye," said the first twin while the second whined.

"Books?" asked Clarice. "Games?"

"Shut up," said the first twin.

"Fine," said Clarice.

"Shut. Up."

An hour later, after Clarice had fallen asleep, a servant knocked on the door, saying, "I have your dinner, sirs."

"Good," said One as the door opened. "Can you put it on the table?"

"Yes sir," the servant said as a mahogany appeared.

"Thank you," said One.

"Of course sir," said the servant, leaving.

One, who had switched places with his brother, now looked to the couch and over to the bed, saying, "Wake up."

Two, asleep, mumbled and rolled over, and Clarice snored loudly.

"Wake up!"

Two covered his head with a pillow and mumbled, "Five more mints."

Clarice snored.

"Will we wake up?!" One demanded.

"Anowannagup. Govay." Two muttered, smacking.

Clarice said, rolling over, "Uhh…"

"Wake up!" cried One.

Two rubbed his eyes. "What?"

"PANCAKES!" Clarice shouted, sitting up.

The twins looked at her.

Ignoring them, Clarice asked, "Do I smell food?"

"Yes." Said the first twin.

"Yes!" she began to leap from the bed.

"No!" cried the second twin.

Clarice stopped in midair and fell. "Ow…"

~@~

Two looked to his brother and said, "How is it gonna eat?"

"With a fork," his brother said with a shrug.

"No," Two said. "Without getting us all germy?!"

"Good point," said One.

"I'm hungry," whined the girl from the other side of the room.

"Shut up," said One.

"I'm starving," the girl groaned.

"Silence," commanded Two.

"I'm famished!" she cried.

"Can it!" snapped One.

"Please?" begged the girl.

"I got it!" One declared, snapping his fingers.

~MnI~

and next chapter… what One thought of. Yayness. Please review!