A/N: I need to stop these. You may or may not get two of them today.

"You're so bland, Ken," Natalya noted as she and Ken sat backstage at SmackDown. "You're not on RAW anymore. You're back home. These black and white jumpsuits just aren't going to cut it anymore."

"You would know, I guess," Ken replied. "That Divas Championship belt is rather gaudy, if I do say so myself."

Natalya glanced at the title belt that was draped over her shoulder. "I suppose I feel rather embarrassed just being near the damn thing."

"Yeah, that's why you carry it everywhere with you," Ken muttered.

"What did you say?"

"Oh, nothing. Anyways, what were you saying about my jumpsuits?"

"Oh, yeah. I was saying that they aren't jazzy enough for you. I know you just made a recent face turn, at least I think you did. Anyways, how are you going to keep up with the likes of Triple H and Edge with a boring outfit like that?" Natalya asked.

"Okay, it may not have the sheen of Edge's hair or the sparkles of Jericho, but it is truly Kennedy-fied, and that's the best thing to be," Kennedy said.

Natalya stifled a giggle. "Look, Ken, your jumpsuits stand out about as much as Jeff Hardy in a rainbow."

"What about my hair? It is startlingly bright."

"Again, you're on the same show as Jeff Hardy. Your hair won't make you stand out."

"I know what I should do!" Ken announced.

"And that is?"

"I should hire Jericho's wardrobe stylist! She always makes good stuff for him. All of his outfits stand out in a crowd, no matter what kind of crowd it is."

"Are you sure that you want to do that?"

"Positive," Ken grinned as he called up Chris Jericho.

"What do you want?" Jericho said as he answered the phone.

"Connect me with your wardrobe stylist," Ken demanded.

"Oh, I see how it is!" Jericho whined. "Since you are no longer on my show, you need to hire my personal assistant? That's really great, Ken. Are you trying to steal her from me just like how you tried to steal my Intercontinental Championship?"

"Dude, I never faced you for that title."

"Exactly. If I connect you to her, will you just shut up?"

"Chris, you're the one that needs to shut up."

"Do you want me to do this for you or not?"

"Of course I do! I need to stand out."

Chris sighed. "Whatever, man. But she won't do it for you."

Ken could hear Chris pressing buttons on his phone and then he cut off. The sound of Jericho muttering obscenities about Ken to himself was replaced with ringing.

"What do you want, Ken?" Kate answered.

"How did you know it was me?"

"A little birdie told me."

"Was the birdie sparkly?"

"No, he's not sparkly anymore. The mother birdie won't let him be," Kate sighed. Rolling her eyes, she asked, "What do you want?"

"Can you make me a new jumpsuit?"

"No."

"Why not? I need to stand out."

"I already have to deal with Chris. I don't think I can deal with you, as well."

"Aw, come on, Kate. This is depressing, you know."

"You'll get over it. Just get a new microphone or something. I know you love to listen to yourself talk."

"Fine, Kate, just break my heart. I'll talk to you later," Ken said. "Hey, Nattie, call me once."

"Why?"

"I want you to hear my new ringtone."

Natalya took her phone out of her pocket dialed Ken's number. Ken started giggling.

"Why are you laughing?"

"This is why."

Ken's phone went off. The tone was his own voice ricocheting around the room.

KENNEDY! KENNEDY! KENNEDY!