"Hello? Is this Narrators R Us? I'd like to- hold on a minute." Says the author while on the phone.

"Uhhh kind of caught me in the middle of buying a new narrator... Uhhh... Huh. Akward moment... Enjoy the show...." The author says.

A 17 year old teen is at his shop hitting a piece of metal. Repeatedly. While its liquidish. Ignoring the heat. Ignoring fatigue. Alright you get it. Anyway as hes pounding his hammer on metal trying to forge a sword.

"Paul, I'm hungry..." Fluffer, his pet fire slime says.

"Fluffer, I've gotta forge this sword of gold. We're low on money and the highest ranked member of the paladins needs this." Paul says.

"Well thats the strongest gold on Elsimta because you've been pounding at it FOR FIVE DAMNED HOURS." Fluffer says.

"Well it really wouldn't take long if the highest ranking paladin wasn't such a bitch about his sword's shape. Aparrently he wants a perfect sword." Paul says.

"Well what do you want me to do? Starve then implode?" Fluffer says.

"If your hungry go outside and set a tree on fire and eat the soot. Thats why your a fire slime." Paul says.

"You remember what happened last time I did that!" Fluffer says going into a flash back.

Onto the flashback...

"Hey Fluffer go set that tree on fire and eat the soot!" Paul said.

"Okay!" Fluffer said going to the tree. He sets it on fire and the fire brushes off into the surrounding area.

"OH CRAP!" The both yell running away.

Now out of the flashback.

"Oh yeah, I'm still paying the debt off..." Paul said.

A elven girl is shooting at some targets with a bow.

"Arrow." The girl says.

"Come on Lerra you've shot over 1000 arrows by now. Any more and your bow will break." Her pet Arrow-Bird says.

"Jerrack you know I gotta practice if I want to get into the Elven Archers Club." Lerra says.

"Why practice more! Every time you shoot it hits the middle of the target! You could probably shoot me from 20 miles away while I'm flying!" Jerrack says.

"Do you care to test that theory?" Lerra says grinning at Jerrack.

"AH! NO! I'M NOT READY TO DIE!" Jerrack says waddling around scared.

"Haha, yeah not even the best archer in Elsimta could do that. Not even anyone in the Golden Realm can do that! The only people I can imagine that COULD do that is a god from the Forbidden Realm!" Lerra says snickering.

"Hey why is it called the Forbidden Realm if anyone can enter it?" Jerrack says.

"Because the gods are stupid enough to name it that." Lerra says shooting another arrow.

"Oh yeah thats right..." Jerrack says.

A Elementar (The same one as before.) is walking into the village with his Fire-Flyer.

"Well Puffle wheres the list I gave you to hold?" He says.

"Well Jear to tell the truth I ate it." Puffle says smiling.

"No really where is it." Jear says.

"I told you, I ate it." Puffle says coughing up a piece of thick paparus. "See? Didn't digest well."

"Atleast it wasn't my slippers. When I got it 3 days later it was a EGG!" Jear said.

"Wait your feet are made of fire. Why do you need slippers?" Puffle says.

"Now that you mention it... Damn that was soooome party..." Jear says.

"Alright I got a new Narrator everyone. His name is Jeff. He'll be replacing Nathan." The author says pointing to a new guy.

"Hi!" Jeff says.

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" Nathan says barging in.

"Oh what the hell." The author says.

"No one replaces me!" Nathan says.

"Hmph, Well I did." Jeff says getting up and approaching Nathan.

"This isn't gonna be good." The author says.

"You wanna fight!?" Nathan says.

"Yeah, I do!" Jeff says.

"Your both idiots!" The author says.

"Then we shall settle this by MORTAL KOMBAT!" Nathan says then charges at Jeff.

"I really need to stop buying cheap employees. Welp, I'm going to watch these two idiots fight. See you later." The author says.