A lone woman stood looking down on her little universe, feeling extraordinarily pleased with herself. The only sounds within the stark white room was that of her beaten up old tape player which was currently belting out a slightly warped version of 'Yoda' by Weird Al Yankovich. Now when I say slightly warped, I don't mean the content of the song itself (Weird Al is warped anyway, which really goes without saying just because of the man's moniker), slightly warped because the tape was from nineteen eighty six and the tape player it was residing in was in such sad shape that the door to the tape deck was gone and only one speaker worked halfway right.

The woman who stood, smiling down on the finally completed first part of the Plot Bunny Trilogy, wore a long flowing brown robe with her hands tucked securely into the sleeves.

Yes, she was the Jedi master of Atlantis parody fanfic.

She had been told as much.

"Would you please back up off the Yoda crap, Techie?" A snarky voice spoke from behind her.

The Author remained unaffected, "Techie I am no longer. Obe-Tech-Kenobi now am I."

"Ugh..God..." Lennon, who had entered the Author's pleasant little daydream without permisson, crossed her arms over her chest, "I'm sooo blaming Bartlett for this. She just had to call you her 'Yoda'."

"Back up out my Kool-aid, Lenny," the Author replied, "I've just completed my first more than a hundred thousand word story. I'm flyin' high."

"Definitely high on something," Lennon muttered under her breath.

"Watch it or I'll start the sequel right away," Techie-I mean, uh Obe-Tech-Kenobi threatened.

"You wouldn't."

"Wouldn't I?"

"No, you wouldn't. You're out of ideas."

Techie blinked twice, "That's never stopped me before."

"True...however, you can't start on a sequel until you're completely finished with the first installment of the series."

"What are you on about?" The author gaped, "I am finished!"

Lennon brought a hand up and moved it in lazy circles, waiting for Obe-Tech-Kenobi to connnect the dots.

It took several seconds, since the author hadn't had any coffee or other caffienated beverages recently.

When it did hit however, she slapped herself in the forehead.

"The post fic reference list," she groaned, "Of course."

Lennon held out her hand and Obe-Tech-Kenobi made a face, "Back to the grind."

The author screwed up her features in an expression of distaste before stripping out of her brown, flowy Jedi robe, leaving just her red Second City t-shirt and battered jeans in it's place.

Lennon lifted an eyebrow, "Acid wash, Techie?"

"What? They were on sale."

"For good reason."

"I'll put you in a dress next time around if you don't behave."

"It's a little late for that," Lennon replied, "As I recall, I've been in a mini skirt, a corset, a-"

"I get it, I get it! I like playing dress up with you too much!"

"Not just with me, apparently," the geek answered, shaking out the brown Jedi robe and looking at it, "However, that doesn't change the fact that you still have a post fic list to write..."

Techie gave a little huff and nodded sullenly, "Alright, fine...but it's going to be a condensed list. I don't have the energy to explain what was referenced where."

And lo and behold, here it is. I dare you all to try and spot the references.

The X-Files, Star Trek, The Ramones, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Ghostbusters, Willy Wonka And The Chocolate Factory (the orignal, take that Johnny Depp!), MacGyver, Star Wars, Batman And Robin -makes a face-, Troma Films!, The Lone Gunmen, Who Framed Roger Rabbit, James Bond, How To Marry A Millionare, Billy Idol, Quantum Leap, Highlander, Sliders, SeaQuest, Alice In Wonderland, Edgar Allan Poe, Cleopatra 2525, Dirty Harry, Dogma, The Blues Brothers, An American Werewolf In London, Blazing Saddles, Jack Of All Trades, Looney Tunes, Dungeons And Dragons, Animal House (Toga, Toga, TOGA!), Hercules, Army Of Darkness, Fatal Attraction, Super Mario Brothers, Evil Dead, Xena, Law And Order, Homicide:LIfe On The Street, Columbo, Dead Kennedys, This Is Spinal Tap, Diablo, The Marx Brothers, Abbot And Costello, Reservoir Dogs, Steve Martin, William Shatner, Lost In Space, Stripes, Some Like It Hot, Back To The Future, Monty Python, Red Dwarf, Doctor Who, Hitchiker's Guide To The Galaxy, Isadore (Friz) Freling, John Lennon, Yoko Ono, Caddyshack, Mythbusters, Young Frankenstien, Annie Get Your Gun, West Side Story, Will And Grace, Cabaret, Hello Dolly, The Producers, Bill And Ted's Excellent Adventure, Sandman, Superman, Spiderman, Men In Black, Louis Vuitton, Doctor Goldfoot And The Girl Bombs, Peter Pan, David Hewlett, Burgess Meredith

Everything else in the story (situations, original characters, items, agencies and creatures) is copyright to Techie and may not be used without her express permission and proper credit being given. She may not own the concept of the plot bunny, but she owns the way she portrayed the plot bunny and as you well know, plagiarism isn't tolerated very well.

With the after fic list completed, finally Techie could go to bed without fear of Plot Bunnies attacking her in her sleep.

Until the sequel commenced, at least...



Wow. Was it really six months ago that this universe took over my life? It's amazing that I've actually created this monster and finished it in that space of time.

Keep an eye out, I'll be publishing it in book form via cafe press soon (which is totally legal 'cause I'm not making profit on it...I just want a bound version of this beast on my bookshelf) so you can own a copy eventually, minus all those annoying author's notes. I have to admit to you that it was never intended to be this huge, but the characters ran away with me...Len especially.

Right now I feel both incredibly happy and incredibly sad. This is the closing of one chapter of the saga and the opening of the next. It feels like I'm sending a kid off to college, I swear it's just like that. I could seriously cry right now. I've never committed so much time and effort to something and finished it before so my chest is just all swollen up with glee and joy and bittersweet happiness.

I want to thank you all for your unwavering support, reviews and general loveliness whilst I crafted this thing before your eyes, and I don't think I'll ever be quite so proud as I am at this moment in time.

And thusly, I click the little status button and finally move this from being 'in progress' to 'complete'.

The End.