A/N: A very VERY short Soul Eater Fanfic to commemorate me finishing the anime!

OH And for those watching my other stuff I will post ASAP. Just having some trouble writting chapters at the moment ^_^;

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Joan was bored out of her mind, this had to be the worst job on the planet. Monotonous, boring, thankless. Joan was a market researcher. She called people and walked them through various surveys about this issue or that company. Today she was doing something that was at least slightly interesting. She was calling Meisters.

So far it had gone well. She had a respectable number of completed calls anyway. She dialled the next number and soon a young man picked up.

"Hello my name is Joan from Death City Research company. Today we would like to invite you to do a short survey with us. Are you a weapon mesiter.

"Yes." Came the reply in a soft sophisticated voice.

"Are you currently enrolled at Shibusen?"


"I am going to read you a series of statements about Shibusen. Please tell me whether you agree or disagree with these statements on a scale from 1 to 7." She winced a little as the young man yelled in her ear.


"I am sorry sir?"

"NOT 7… make it 8 please make it 8 and stop with this 7 nonsense."

"I am sorry sir but could you please give me a number on the scale from 1 to 7?"

"EIGHT! It has to be eight don't you GET it!"

Joan tried several more times to get a number from one to seven until the young man on the other side degenerated into sobs muttereing "eight not seven" Over and over.

"Uh thank you for your time sir…." And she hung up the phone… "What the hell was that?"

Patty and Liz Thompson returned home from shopping to find their meister Death the Kidd curled up in a fetal position in the dark next to the hand set of the phone in the middle of one of the worst symmetry fits they had ever seen.

"Kidd we told you to stop talking to the telemarketers." Liz said as she walked passed him to her room, "You know you should listen to us once in a while." They left to go make dinner and left Kidd whimpering in the middle of the living room.


A/N: This story was brought to you by my terrible job and Kidd's obsession with the number 8.

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