Hehe, I'm being rather crazy today. I'm going to make Doyle do the disclaimer.

Doyle: It's times like these that I wonder why I take jobs like these.

Me: Just do it.

Doyle: Hawkfur the Ninja does not own Secret Saturdays. How she came up with this idea is totally beyond me.

Me: He said a little more than he was supposed to, but at least he got the point across without lying. *glares at Firestar*

Doyle was relaxing in a hammock somewhere in Hawaii when Zak walked up to him and started asking random questions.

"Do you like coffe?"

"Sort of."

"What about tea?"

"Not really."

"What about Fisk?"

"What?"

"What about Komodo?"

Thankfully, he saw Drew coming towards him, hopefully to free him from this person who couldn't possibly be Zak Saturday.

"Sorry Doyle. He's had too much sugar," apologized Drew.

"How is asking random questions a sugar rush?"

"I don't know. He never gets that hyper. All he does is do random things/ ask random questions."

"What's your least favorite color?"

"Purple," growled Doyle.

"Why?" asked Zak.

"Zak, stop annoying Doyle," said Drew.

"No, it's okay. I need someone to complain to."

"Ummm...okay then, why do you hate purple?" asked Drew.

"Well, I was walking around in a forest one day, and some hunchbacked old man with a lazy eye jumped out of in front of me. Then he threw a garter snake at me, which then bit me."

"Oh my gosh, were you okay?" asked Drew.

"No I died and you're talking to my ghost." (Hooray for sarcasm)

"I'm sorry. Continue."

"As I was saying the garter snake bit me. Well, it turned out to be a genetically altered garter snake, so it was as fast as a black mamba and when it bit me, it turned me purple. Bright. Neon. Purple."

"How long did it last?"

"About a week."

"Hey, who's laughing?" asked Zak, who was no longer crazy.

As if to answer his question, a short, hunchbacked old man with a lazy eye stepped out of the bushes.

"Zak, Drew," said Doyle." Meet my genetically altered garter snake. I call him Bob." As he said that, Doyle took a surprisingly large garter snake from his pocket. He set it on the ground and it slithered very quickly to the old man. The old man ran screaming into the water. Bob slithered happily back to Doyle.

"And that's why I hate purple, but have Bob with me."

"That makes no sense, and yet it makes sense," said Zak.

That was fun to type. For those of you that don't know, the black mamba is the fastest snake in the world.

Claustrophobia!!!!!! I don't know why i just said that, but oh well.