*ducks & hides*

We know this isn't a real update and that you're all probably tossing rotten tomatoes at your screens now because of that. Don't. Really. The nasty tomato juice will drip into your computers and short them out and then you won't be able to read our update when it reaaaaaaaaaally happens. Which should be soon. ish.

But...we have good reason for the lame-ass fake out - Fandom Gives Back! You can't be mad at us now, can you? Not when we're trying to raise money to help fight cancer...right? So, here's the 411 - we're h00ring ourselves out for this incredibly wonderful cause and you can be a part of it. We're offering you, are insanely delicious and absolutely wonderful readers, the chance to influence this story without a plot. We have no clue what's going to happen, so at least somebody should. And that somebody could be YOU!

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and now...for sitting through this PSA, we'll give you a small taste of our next update. An amuse bouche, if you will, for all you Top Chef fans out there!


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3dW4rD: Wait, before... you said that your friends thought I was Jake? Is he your fiance? Since, that would make sense. Except for the throwing him out part. That doesn't really make sense.

brssmnkyjnkie: Oh, shit. ick! no! Jake is NOT my fiance. He's...he's my ex-boyfriend.

3dW4rD: So you're um, you know, not with him?

3dW4rD: I mean, you're, um, not with someone else?

3dW4rD: I would understand if you were! I mean, you're... you.

brssmnkyjnkie: You need to stop with the compliments, Edward. You're going to make my not so shameless ego swell even bigger than it is. ha! but no...I am definitely not with Jake. And...I'm actually not with anybody. Totally single.

brssmnkyjnkie: What about you?

3dW4rD: I'm surprised Webster hasn't called to ask for my photo to put next to the word "single" in the dictionary as an example.

3dW4rD: Wow, that sounded pretty fucking pathetic.

3dW4rD: Shit, should I not swear? Does that bother you?

3dW4rD: What I meant to say was yes. Yes I'm uh, single.