Cyclonis lounged lazily in a chair as Ravess replayed the video Dark Ace had filmed of Aerrow raging about his defeat. She giggled again.

Dark Ace was back to normal, and everything was fine.

Ravess yawned, smiling a lazy smile that rivaled her master's.

"So..." the sharpshooter drawled. "What should we do now? Make Snipe going on a diet?" Her eyes brightened.

Cyclonis blinked. "Nice idea, but I have to promote you first."

Ravess gasped. A promotion?

Cyclonis fished a lemon out of her her drink, nibbling it daintily with her front teeth.

"You're Dark Ace's next girlfriend."

The sharpshooter's nostrils flared to an incredible size.

"NO!"

"I command you to be."

"NEVER!"

OOO

Outside, Dark Ace and Snipe were watching Crystal chase her tail.

"Cows are better." Snipe said gruffly, glaring at the Dark Ace.

The commander coughed. "Dead, or alive?"

Snipe was caught off guard.

"...both?" He giggled uncertainly. "The live ones are kinda cute, but the dead ones taste yummy..."

Dark Ace's reply was blocked out by a crazed string of negatives somewhere inside.

"No, NO, no, NO! Never! I won't! Don't make me! PLEASE!!"

Then...

"You know you like him Ravess, you know it--"

And...

"No! I don't! Please, no! Don't! NO!"

Dark Ace and Snipe looked at each other curiously.

"Now Ravess--"

"I don't wanna be Dark Ace's girlfriend!" Ravess wailed in a whiny voice.

Dark Ace gasped. Ravess? His girlfriend? No...He shot a glare at Snipe who was giggling in a very unmanly way.

He swallowed and marched off to his room. Maybe a few hours of video games would help clear things up...

OOO

It's over! Yay! That was fun. Maybe I should do a sequel...