* IAgents Three * By Rebecca * Preface - Epilogue *

Let there be Lightman!

I find that once I get an idea, I get very caught up in it and can't write or draw anything else. Then the excitement wears off and I have to drag myself through whatever I'm doing. If you were, per se, to flip through my sketchbook, you'd find that for several pages I tried to draw little superhero people. Then, lo and behold on the next page, cats and cats and cats. XD

BUT I DIGRESS.
Continue on. -nod-

YES! I AM KIDNAPPED! HUZZAH!

Awesome chapter. NOW DO !#, I mean 13!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (I see what you did thar!)

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WHY DOES THE WITNESS ALWAYS GET SHOT DIE BEFORE THEY CAN TELL US ANYTHING? WHY? WHY YOU DO DIS TO MEEE?

You must be a sadist, Bex, you have to be feeding of our pain. D:

I'm.
Going.
To KILL.
Those.
PEOPLE.

THEY DO NOT MESS WITH MY BEST FRIEND. THAT'S AGAINST THE RULES.

Restrain your inner homophobe, Jay! XD You have no idea how long I've wanted to say that. I like to think "bro-mance" refers to a close relationship of two guys WITHOUT being gay. We're both straight, but we hang out too much. Occasionally making jokes to each other ABOUT that fact. And sometimes we'll be scooting through the halls carrying all of our binders and textbooks when one of us randomly shoves the other into some unlucky person or some unlucky wall. XD


BUT. I like the chapter. And I will KILL for (nonexistent) blood. I'll rip out their circuitry and stuff it back in their binary intercepters if I have to!


And yeah, I made "binary intercepters" up. It sounds techy, right?

You could keep up with Hitchcock, Bex. XD

But you forgot Dirty Little Secret is by The All-American Rejects. D:

OVERALL I have again run out of witty things to say about the chapter. It's like the whole awesomeness of it all just cancels it out, you know? I WANT to type something that shows I actually liked it and that I care BUT I can't THINK of anything. XD

No I didn't, it says right there:
'The All American Rejects blasted out of the speakers behind me, 'causing me to stumble backwards until I was standing in the middle of the ballroom, warily looking around. I knew this song. "Let me know, that I've done wrong, when I've known this all along. I go around, a time or two, just to waste my time with you." The song continued, well into the chorus before I croaked, "Crap." 'Dirty Little Secret' played in the background as I looked around the room and spotted Jay lying on the ground in front of the door. '
See, I said it. XD It just didn't pertain to the whole 'Careful, today is your last day, hit the ground running' message'. XD In all truth, I was listening to the song and realized how insanely creepy it became if you thought about it from a stalker's perspective, 'I'll keep you my dirty little sercret, Don't tell anyone, or you'll be just another regret.' Uh, thanks for the warning buddy, but I'd rather not die by the hands of a psycho killer today.

S'alright, I understand that you like it. XD You're comments are always so awesome, I always wonder how you manage to top each one.

I guess I was thinking you forgot it here:

the story wrote:

So, there was really nothing in common with Paramore, Nickelback, or Keith Urban, but the song titles were enough to tell me to get the heck out of the ballroom.

XD Whatevs.

The following were my reactions to the chapter.

Spoiler:

You're welcome.

... BUT, BUT, BUT!
YOU.. YOU.. YOU CAN'T JUST END IT AND EXPECT US TO WAIT UNTIL YOU GET IAGENTS FOUR UP! D: NOT WHEN IT ENDS LIKE THAT!
OH MY GOSH.
REBECCA.
YOU ARE AMAZING.
BUT BUT BUT..
I'M IN A STATE OF AWE/SHOCK/HORROR.