(In deep, thundering voice)

Konichiwa one and all!

Normalcy (or something of the like) will set in in three...two...one...now.

Righto. I'm Semine Midnight, and this is my beta, Kali Donovan.

I'm Kali Donovan, and this is my caretaker, Semine.

And together, we are...

bored.

Hence this.

Listen, my children, and you shall hear of the midnight (Ms. Midnight sez: the pun! She burns!) ride of...aww, screw this. Just pay attention, okay?

Once upon a midnight (Ms. Midnight sez: OW! Cut that out!) dreary (Actually it was quite nice...), While she pondered weak and weary (of idiocy) o'er many a quaint and curious volume of young child Potter.

As she nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone (Get out of my room, Mom!) gently rapping, as of someone genltly rapping, tapping on her chamber door. (And by chamber door, we mean Ms. Midnight's mind.)

A rougish thought struck her mind. (Ms Midnight's) Why not regale the world of the fictions she the fan had created?

So she created an account on , and bugged me (Kali) for hours and hours and days and days and weeks (Ms. Midnight: Stop exaggerating you baby! I only asked once! And you thought it was brilliant! K: By once you mean fifteen times! And is your side so poetic? S: No, but you left the pattern of Poe two paragraphs ago! K: So? S: Meds time now!)

Hello, dears! I, Semine Midnight, have once again gained control over the writing chair and am here to tell the true story.

Here it is: Kali and I were riding to the pool one Wendesday with our summer camp. We were bouncing ideas off one another and all of a sudden Kali screamed "SLADEGON!" I looked at her strangely, but no one else did, because they were too wrapped up in their pathetic and insolent little lives of no importance to the bettering of humanity and-- (Kali: ((whackwhackwhackwhackwhack)) Lemme on! Stop ranting! Semine: But it's my turn...I have fewer paragraphs! Kali: Finnnnne...((sulks off)) )

Where was I? Oh, yes. Well, we got out my composition notebook straight away, and the rest, as they say, is creppy, creepy, creepy, disturbing, twisted history. We call it...Spoons. Our first ever collaberation, and slash fic!

So here we are, to regale you with more stuff! It may not all be Teen Titans or funny, but we'll try! Let it be known that we have another Teen Titans fic and a Artemis Fowl fic (starring Holly and everyone favorite paranoid centaur, Foaly! (Insert fangirl squeal from Ms. Midnight)).

We will also keep up with our old accounts too! So, here we are! Please enjoy our collaberations! To entertain you, here are quotes we have said in each other's company.

Quotes:

"You just spoke to your boogie board...and told it to meet your ass!" -Kali to Semine in Geogria.

"That was britten wrillaintly!" -Semine to Kali about a slash fic that left Kali shivering

"A nickel!" -Kali's all-purpose answer to everything

"Growlll! Hissss! Spit!" Either of our reactions to any of the following: the sun; idiocy; the prospect of lots of people; and let's not forget, anyone threatening our books.

"You're with the Man, man!" "I am so not with the Man, man!" "You are so with the Man!" -Another of our intelligent conversations in this order: Semine, Kali, Semine

"Cosmic."-In refernce to anything amsuingly ironic, usually with a sweeping hand motion and blank, wide-eyed look.

"Let's here what's on his mind!" "Better yet, what's on his liver!" -Trip to Geogria. It's not important who said what.

"So...what's on your liver?" -Semine, whenever Kali's pissed. (See all-purpose answer to everything for response.)

"She's commitment-phobic." "I am? I mean, yes, I am. Say commitment and Holly in the same sentence and I scream. Ah." It's a preview of the Holly-Foaly fic. Just to get your glands salivating.

"Ew. Never let me type that again." Kali's response to above explanation to above quote.

"Okay, I rerouted the electrical. Out of curiosity, how hard do I rock?" -Semine, after fixing an electrical problem in a miniature house that took two years. Semine showed up, and in under two hours, it was fixed. She later fixed the mouse, after fixing Kali's computer three weeks earlier. Really, how hard do I rock?

"Ego much? I mean, c'mon! See above quote and explanation!" Kali

"You are not, in fact, Semine! You are Smeen! You have been lying to me all this time!" Kali. Semine misspelled her name. It was quite amusing. I am very paranoid at times. ((Thunk from other room)) What the hell was that? ((pulls out shotgun, lays iton desk so she can reach the M-16 in her purse))

"These Donovans are strange yet interesting creatures." -Semine, in reference to Kali's lurverly family.

"Would you like some chiz?" "Some what now?" "Chiz. It's like cheese, except exactly the same." Mr.Midnight (Semine's dad) and Kali. That has scarred her for life, man!

"My head extends far beyond my head." -Semine, in reference to Kali poking her when she had a headache.Kali poked her head twice, and then her shoulder, then her leg. It still hurt.

"I adminster to you the whack of sense! ((whack)) May it serve you well." -Semine, otherwise known as the Adminsterer of the Whack of Sense.

"I'm gonna kill you, DEAD! And I don't mean any ordinary, piddly kind of dead, I mean DEAD!"-both Semine and Kali at random times.

"You definitely walk--no dance to your own very creepy drummer." Ms. Chrobak, Kali's English teacher. Kali started dancing since she had finished her project, and some music was going through her head and well... You get the idea. Ms Chrobak is still one of Kali's favorite teachers. (Kali: Hey, look! A bird! At night! It is so one of my favorite teachers!)

"Go BOOM!" -Semine in gaming

"How many newts are there around here?" "Tens of thousands of them...and there'll all named Jeff." "Noooooooooo!" -Helen, Semine, Helen, while discussing hamster trees and newts

Picture of Kesy McClaw, Semine's Nightmare Before Christmas OC: http:///deviation/25728781/

And without further ado, let the weirdness...

COMMENCE!

((Kali: As a last note, yes, the weirdness started when we were born. But hey, we can type anything we want! We've expanded our weird empire. We own most of the country. The underground bits, at least.))

((Semine: Are they gone yet? Cuz I need to get back to the Slade gone w- Kali: SHUT UP! Don't give it away!))