AND FOR YOU ENGLISH-SPEAKING FOLK...

"NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS"
(C) 2000-2001 Fourty One Seventy Three Productions. Dusty and the story are property of Dustin Riley. Everyone else belongs to World Events Productions, Ltd. Everyone must wear underwear. Use a number 2 pencil only. How are your cats? Happy New Year!

(LUCKILY, I'M NOT SMART ENOUGH TO TRANSLATE THE ENTIRE FIC, SO FROM HERE ON OUT IT'S GOOD OL' ENGLISH. JUST THOUGHT I'D KEEP YOU ON YOUR TOES!)

Each member of the Voltron Force picked an envelope with someone else's name and Dusty got to watch to see how it was done. It was kind of like "Final Jeopardy" from that old Terran gameshow.

(One more disclaimer: Characters' real and/or last name are purely speculation. Any mention of any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.)

Lance opened his envelope first. "I hereby solemnly swear to cut my weight down to 215 pounds from 227. Witness my signature, Michael "Hunk" Richards.

Hunk blew on his fingernails and rubbed them on his shirt. He had worked hard and found the willpower to avoid Nanny's scrumptious dessert one day each week. When he hopped up on Dr. Gorma's scale, the doctor began moving the counterweights, and when he was done, all he said was, "Mmm-hmm," in a typical doctor manner.

"Well?!" Hunk asked.

The doctor lowered his head and shook.

"You're down to 211. I don't believe it."

Hunk whooped and hollered and did a jig of joy. He was going to make up for the cheese cake he had denied himself, and then some! Meanwhile, Lance and Pidge started out the door when Allura stopped them.

"Just where do you two think you're going?!" she yelled.

"Oh, nowhere," Lance said dejectedly. "Just going to get my yellow rubber gloves and my dish detergent..."