| Strolling down the Realm corridor, Shadow stopped someone who looked like JD. "Have you seen JD?" she asked. The JD shook his head and walked off, muttering something about peanut butter. "Wasn't that JD?" Mer called down from the Realm battlements. "No, that was JD Funky Clone," Shadow called back up to her. A year ago she'd had a phase about wanting to rule the Realm, but she'd been cured of that as soon as Mer and Kat had shown her the electricity bill. So the Realm had had almost perfect peace and harmony and all that cute and fluffy stuff, except for a minor incident involving some newbies kicking the construction workers out of the sixth floor of the Being-Rebuilt Tower because of how they'd accidentally caused a power cut that lost a few documents, including a novel that had been the same length as War and Peace. "JD Funky Clone? Are you sure? That looked to me like JD Gothic Clone," Mac yelled from the third tower. There were six towers in total, two of which had been rebuilt following a home-made remake of Lord of the Rings #2. "Funky JD Clone? Gothic JD Clone? I thought it was James Bond JD Clone!" Tom Cruise JD Clone yelled from the moat where he was swimming with the hungry crocodiles. Moments later the crocodiles ate him. "Mac, Shadow, we've got to confiscate that ruddy cloning machine from JD!" Mer yelled. "Aye, aye!" Shadow shouted, then stared down the corridor. Her eyes were widening in horror, then she broke free from the paralysis and started running out across the parking lot. "Press the emergency button!" she screamed. "What's the emergency?" Mer demanded, fishing out the Emergency clipboard. Recent health and safety legislation required an emergency form to be filled out for insurance purposes. There had been two rooms designated for storing the forms and one of them was already full thanks to an incident with a malibu barbie, fireworks, a bowl of mashed potato and the disappearance of twenty newbies. Still standing atop the third tower, Mac stared in horror, then fished out her video camera and continued staring in horror while she recorded: it was such a brilliant view from the third tower. A perfect view of the JD clones marching out like ants from beneath the portcullis entrance of the Realm's Castle. So as not to interrupt the sound recording of her video camera, she took out a thick felt-tip pen, grabbed a newbie by the neck and used his back as a writing pad, writing in thick black letters, and positioned him so that Mer could read the sign on his back: JD's Clone Machine Has Overloaded: His clones are marching out of his room. "Oh heck," Mer whispered. "Please let me not have to rebuild the Realm again." A newbie tugged at her sleeve, "Hey Mer, when we have to rebuild, can we have a new games room? So that we can play Final Fantasy XII? Lady Elizabeth's kicking my butt at it." Mer uttered a scary growl and the newbie ran screaming for his life, jumped in the moat and began screaming anew for his life as a giant winged squid started eating him. "Hey, that's where I put the squid," Shadow said, then returned to running for her life as the JD Clones, all dressed in a variety of denim, leather, cotton, wool, cotton wool, silk and Nike, came marching out, with an identical evil grin on their faces. "We need to shut off that machine!" Mer yelled, climbing up a tree to get out of the way. "Where's the Stop Button?" "The power shut-off button is in the garden!" Shadow howled from the flagpole she clung to, as an Elvis Presley JD Clone started swinging his guitar at her to try and pull her down. "Help!" "We need our Writers Realm members!" Mac shouted, getting out a loudspeaker. "Writers Realm members....get your butts over here or else me and Shadow will get out the winged monkeys!" There was no response. Except a ball of tumbleweed rolling across the driveway and a lonely wind whistling over the land. "Hey, stop whistling Tessa," Mer suggested. I obeyed and returned to hiding in the cellar as JD's clones started singing "Everybody....Back Street's Back". They were unstoppable singing and writing machines, marching through the Realm and making their way to the Moat. | 
