"Hey, Andros. Did you check your salad? Heh, heh." Zhane chuckled as Andros looked up from his salad and glared at him.

"Get on that subject, Zhane, and you'll wish you were never born."

Cassie cocked her head. "Is there some particular reason Andros should check his salad?"

"No, no." Andros said hurriedly, trying to kick Zhane under the table. "No reason."

"Heh, heh, heh. I guess you didn't tell them about--" Zhane was cut off as Andros' foot connected with his shin. "Owww."

"About what?" Carlos asked.

"Andros! Be nice." Ashley raised an eyebrow at Zhane and Andros.

"About what?" Carlos asked again.

"About salad mushrooms!!" Zhane shrieked as Andros narrowed his eyes and struggled to knock Zhane's cup oven in his lap with telekineses. Zhane was fighting back and keeping Andros from dumping his ice water.

"WHAT?" T.J., Cassie, Carlos, and Ashley stared at the two for a few seconds.

"Oh, thank you ZHANE, for bringing that to light." Andros snarled.

"What about salad mushrooms?" T.J. wondered.

"Nothing, about salad mushrooms. Absolutely NOTHING!!" Andros growled between his teeth as he tried to kick Zhane again. Zhane grinned. This was a subject that drove Andros crazy.

"Ahhh. I remem--owww-I remember it now as if it was yesterday. And--ahhh! Quit it Andros!" Zhane swung his foot and blocked Andros', an evil grin on his adorable face.

It was apparent that Zhane liked bringing this subject up to annoy Andros. It was also apparent that Andros probably had kicked Zhane every time he had. From the looks that Andros was giving Zhane, it was clear that if Zhane kept up the subject, Andros had every intention of making sure Zhane ended up in a wheelchair. Or worse.

"Zhane, you *#@!!*&$!! Shut up!!" Andros narrowed his eyes and sent a dinner roll flying at Zhane's head.

Zhane dodged it and replied with a grin, "Andros. Tsk tsk. You could melt DECA's wiring with that type of language. Now where was I? Oh yes..."

Andros was about to kill Zhane as he continued about the incident in which Andros had a really odd reaction to salad mushrooms.

"For some reason, after he ate them, Andros got really hyper and couldn't sit still. So he started backflipping up and down the corridor. His judgement must have been really impaired, and that's usually my job, because once he was done getting rid of all that energy, he decided that it would be a great idea to go Galaxy Gliding in a tightly-formed asteroid field."

Cassie winced at Andros. "Oops."

"No. More like 'ouch',I'd think." T.J. said, chewing thoughtfully.

"Welll, I wouldn't say ouch. He was too hyper to hit anything. More or less."

"Did I really do that? Me?" Andros asked with a sudden smile. That was confusing.

A few minutes ago, Andros had been cursing, throwing food with telekineses, and continually kicking Zhane (And probably making him wish he was wearing shin guards and knee pads). Now, he was smiling about it, like it was nothing major.

"Yes, you did. Then, when we got back, you went in your quarters and passed out. You woke up about an hour later with 'no memory' of the entire thing. I'd say it was more 'selective memory'. Why are you looking at me that way?" Zhane's smile began to droop.

Andros smiled, leaned close and said, loud enough for the others to hear, "I seem to remember a certain Ranger in this room who was stupid enough to put way, way,way too much sugar in his oatmeal and then go on a rampage."

Zhane blushed. "Really? Who was that?"

The Rangers could tell why Andros was bringing up this subject. Utter retaliation.

"Ahhh. Am I not the only one with selective memory?" Andros couldn't help himself but to grin. It was an evil, twisted grin.

"Don't you dare !" Zhane's eyes got huge.

"Umm. I think I will dare. You see Zhane, I warned you. I told you that I'd make you wish you were never born. You even quoted yourself with the 'being judgement impaired is usually my job.' That is too true. Anyway," he said, still grinning at Zhane's ever paleing face, which had gotten much paler than his bleach-blonde hair. "Z--um, I'll be nice and refer to him as 'this certain Ranger'--put too much sugar in his oatmeal. Way too much. And it wasn't like he forgot he had the synthetron put lots on there already. Heh, heh, heh."

Cassie grinned. "Sugar rush?"

Andros nodded. "A major sugar rush. The sugar rush of all time. The supern--"

"Andros. Shut up. Now."

"As I was saying it was the supernova of sugar rushes. He did worse things than Galaxy Gliding in asteroid belts. Much worse. He had no shame. None. He did not care."

"Damn you, Andros. Damn you to Hell!" Zhane rapped out.

"Zhane, you can damn me to Hell all you want. I'm still telling!" Andros shot back. "Now, back to the subject of what stupid things this particular twit did while he was under the influence of his little sugar rush. He...well, once again I'll be nice and just say, it's a good thing that I locked him in his quarters without his Digimorpher. If I hadn't, he probably would have done much worse things than just wetting his-----"

"ANDROS!!! Whatever he's saying, it's absolutelynot true !! It's a lie!! I'm gonna KILL YOU!!" Zhane shrieked.

"---pants." Andros finished as he scrambled out of his chair and hauled for his Jump Tube; Zhane chasing him, screaming obscene curses at him in every language possible.

The End