A random drabble I thought of at 2:30 in the morning. It's...pretty random.

Ryou: RiverTear980 owns nothing. Not Yu-Gi-Oh, not anything. Her saxophone is a rental.

Me: I own my oboe...

Ryou: Yeah. That's the only thing she owns.

Me: THE INSIGNIFICANCE!

"Atchoo!"

"...Duke, that was the girliest sneeze I've ever heard."

"Shut up Ryou! At least I don't get mistaken for a girl all the time!"

The whitette was taken aback.

"There are more gender-benders of you than me!"

"Puh-lease. Have you even bothered checking FF lately? You are either female or gay 95% of the time!"

"That's-! Well, at least my character has a reason to be in the show; unlike you, Tristan and Tea!"

'Pfft! Hardly Ryou! Bakura has the plot, you're just the vessel and the fangirls' bitch!"

"Oh no you didn't, dice-boy!"

"Maybe I did, albino!"

The rage was building. Fists were clenched, and both boys were priming for a fight. Yami walked quietly into the room, joining the small crowd that consisted of Yugi, Malik, Marik, Joey, Seto, Mai and Bakura.

"What in Ra's name is going on here?" Yami whispered to his Hikari. Yugi was quick to respond.

"They're trying to figure out which one of the two is more manly. They're fighting a losing battle though. I can hardly believe either of them are male for most of the time..."

"I HEARD THAT, YUGI!" the two yelled out in perfect tandem.

"Now, if you two 'ladies' would shut your well-used pie holes for a moment, I have a way that we could fix this situation." Bakura muttered sarcastically. He stepped forward and pulled the Millennium Ring out from under his shirt.

"What the hell is that thing going to do for our current situation?" Ryou shot.

"This thing has many powers: it can detect other Millennium Items, gay people, you name it. It also acts as a man-o-meter."

Duke scoffed. "Man-o-meter? That is the most retarded thing I've ever heard!"

Bakura pointed the ring towards Ryou. The dangles flickered for a bit, and rose to a little above parallel to the ground.

"Not too bad, Hikari...I suppose. The higher the needles point, the manlier a person is; meaning that you, Yadonushi, still have quite a ways to go."

He then pointed it towards Duke. The needles went down, up, down, up, and finally down. Perpendicular to the ground.

Sweatdrop. Everyone stared at the ring, and within a span of three seconds, everyone in the room was laughing their asses off. Well, except for Duke Devlin.

A/N:

Blerg...

Bakrua: What, pray-tell, was the purpose of that?

Me: It was 2 in the morning, dummy.

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