A/N: I BLAME JUNCICI. THE PROMPT WAS ALL HERS!

'You have three invites!' Was the alert on Aoko's Facebook.

'Do you hate 50 Cents? Join the secret group devoted to'- Delete.

'Discuss all things Britney here! Come join'- Delete.

'Cheese grinders are loathsome creatures. Be part of our secret group in hating'- Dele…wait.

…

Cheese grinders. Aoko looked at the number of members already in the group. 348. She sweatdropped. Oookay. Um. De…lete. Yeah.

"Hey Aoko!" Kaito pranced into the room. He was holding a giant jar in his arms. "I'm gonna take my ego for a walk, okay? Byes!"

"Wait…your ego?"

"Uh huh!" He beamed and shoved it into her face.

She stared.

"Kaito…that's a donut."

"Shush, Aoko." He cradled the jar. "Stop insulting Sir Blimpykins. And he had a traumatic experience with a half-eaten jelly roll, you know. Jeez, you're so insensitive!"

"Uh…"

"It's okay, Blimpy-pie. Meanie Aoko won't do anything to you."

"What would I do? Savagely stab and decapitate…a donut?"

"Ahh! What, Aoko?! I didn't know you were planning this! Blimpy-bun, flee! FLEE!" He ran out of the room, pointing the giant jar in front of him with the donut rolling around wildly inside.

Aoko stared for a few moments before sighing. And she had thought a cheese grinder haters club was weird.