Silly Toga. That's me. Silly Toga. I made this little promise, you see. I promised myself, and a couple other people, that my 3,500th post would be of fanfiction. Now in case you hadn't noticed, both "Flippersteps in the Sand" and "Say Cheese!" have come to an absolute halt. I don't think everyone remembers Vim... That's V.I.M. Voice In Mind. See how my signature says that my mind's own mind has a mind of it's own? Vim is mind number two, and the main controller of my stories. And not all too long ago, Vim went on strike. Absolutely every single story floating in the confines of my minds- that being upwards of twenty stories- came to a screeching halt. The strike lasted for a few petrifying days, and was then broken by this story. This story has been racing out of my mind ever since. To give you an idea... It started writing itself on December Fourth. After fifteen days, it is now ninety-seven pages long. Shall I put that in perspective for you? "Swamp Call" is 147 pages, "Destination: Home" is eighty-eight pages, and at its current state of thirty-seven chapters, "Flippersteps in the Sand" is 170 pages. Now the amazing thing about this story, besides its speed in self-writing, is that it has almost entirely been written through torment lines. Yes, that's right- poor Leyla has been forced to watch my brain and I churn and chug this out at the speed of light. I suggest we thank her for that, because if she hadn't, Vim would have exploded, and we'd be stuck with just me and Mind #3, which trust me, we wouldn't want. Mind #3 was the one in charge of chapter nine of Flippersteps... and that's all I'm going to say about Mind #3. ANYWAY! Um, this story takes place at some undefined point in the future. It's kind of around summer time. Now without further ado, let's see Toga's 3,500th post, let's GET THIS THING STARTED! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!