I do honestly plan to finish my MST and work on other ones. But, I'm still just a little bit stuck, at least until I find a device with a proper word editor that I can utilize. The DS lacks such a feature.

And, there's the problem of Book Specs' bathroom "break"...

Warning: Mild/strong language.
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"He's been in there since Thanksgiving. Thanks-f***ing-giving. I am not expected to believe that he's just constipated." Contacts crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah! He even missed out on our present giving at Christmas!" Glasses' bottom lip poked out sadly. "I was gonna give him a scarf. Bifocals even helped me knit it."

Glasses held up the scarf and pouted dejectedly.

"The only normal gift you would've handed out, and it's to the guy who didn't even show up. Why am I not surprised?" SC grumbled.

"Don't you think that's kind of bullcrap, though? Come on, how constipated could he really be?" Contacts asked.

"It could happen. It's not like you guys are human, or anything," SC replied.

"Still, he does have a point. The guy's been in there for almost two and a half months, something's up," Sports Shades said.

Specs didn't seem to hear. He was too busy cackling over Lego!Boromir's death by way of giant banana. Lego Lord of the Rings was proving to be very disrespectful of the more serious bits of the story - such as Frodo versus the Nazgul, wherein Frodo caught the morgul blade under his arm and pretended to be fatally wounded.

Izzy watched over Specs' shoulder. He looked a bit thunderstruck by the blatant herecy of the game.

"Tell you what, if Bren were here, that fancy miniature computer of yours would be right bally buggered," Izzy said.

SC opted to ignore the two and beat on the bathroom door.

"Booky! Booky, it's been three holidays, now! I want you out of there by Spring Break, you hear?"

"Oh god, it burns like the fires of a thousand suns!" Book Specs screamed, agonized.

"I love that song, but we do not plan on installing another bathroom, got me?" SC sighed and glanced back at the others.

By now, Sports Shades had joined in with staring over Specs' shoulder. He cackled at the sight of Gandalf the White narrowly ducking an arrow and Gimli's thrown axe before turning Aragorn's sword into bananas.

"Please come out! I have to deal with their sh*t on my own now! It's very difficult!" SC sighed heavily. "I should've stayed in the tavern; they couldn't reach me there..."

Book Specs, meanwhile, was reading quite comfortably on the toilet's pink fuzzy lid, having long since finished his business by this point. Now, he was just screwing with everybody.

It was glorious.

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So, yeah. Complications.

Thankfully, his comeuppance will be just and well-earned when I drag him out kicking and screaming for the eventual part four.

In the meantime, I'll just have to put up with whatever new inevitable otherworldly threat comes up with just Specs and hope I don't get destroyed.

(Also, the song I was referencing was The Catalyst by Linkin Park. That band is among my top favorites, especially with their whole sci-fi gig.)