“That’s it, Wendy!” screamed Lemmy.  “I am ONE step away from punching you in your ugly face!”

“Oh yeah!” snapped Wendy.  “Well I am HALF a step from popping your favorite ball!”

Just then, Larry walked in and saw the fighting.  “Hey, what’s wrong, guys?  And girl?”

Lemmy growled.  “Wendy says that the GREAT story I wrote, A Waste Of Time (Yours), should be a Scribble instead of a Fun Fiction.”

“Well it should be,” insisted Wendy.  “It is kind of pointless.”

“Pointless?!” shouted Lemmy.  “I’ll tell you what’s pointless.  I wrote that story, AND I own Lemmy’s Land.  Is your name Lemmy?  Huh?  Is it?”

“Hold it, hold it!” exclaimed Larry.  “There’s no need to fight.  That story is supposed to cause humor, not anger.”

“Oh yeah?” snapped Wendy.  “In that case, the author did a lousy job.”

Lemmy took out his freeze gun.

“Let’s compromise!” insisted Larry.  “Now, Lemmy, you must admit that the story is pointless.  I mean, the characters do say so all throughout it.”

“Well... I guess that’s true,” Lemmy accepted.

Larry nodded.  “Now, Wendy, you must admit that the story is one of Lemmy’s best, because that is the story that the tourists ask to put on their website most often.”

“I suppose they did do that,” Wendy agreed.

“And therefore, the story should be a pointless Fun Fiction, right?” continued Larry.

“Well... maybe Lemmy was right about it being a Fun Fiction,” Wendy conceded.

“Well... maybe Wendy was right about it being pointless,” Lemmy conceded.

“Good!” smiled Larry.  “Now shake hands.”

Lemmy and Wendy grinned and shook hands.  Larry saw he had done a good deed and left.

A menacing grin curled around Lemmy’s face.  “Larry never said which story he was talking about!”

A similar grin curled around Wendy’s face.  “Should we continue arguing?”

“Yes, let’s!” Lemmy giggled.

Shrieks emitted from the room again.

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