It had been almost a year since The J first tested his invincibility formula. The Paul was determined to get back at The J for all the things he wouldn't let the Paul do to him. He got the Ooo Ooy on his side, without The J knowing about it. The Ooo Ooy lived with The J since the Steve met him when he died, so he knew how to make The J's formula, and anyone who knows how to make the formula can easily figure out how to make the exact opposite. It appears to be exactly the same, but instead of becoming invincible, you'd die immediately.

The Paul and the Ooo Ooy had just finished their batch of Death Drink. They decided that the Ooo Ooy should switch it with the one in The J's refrigerator, since it was also the Ooo Ooy's refrigerator.

The next day, The J got up and checked his calendar. "I've got one week until my formula wears off the Jessi and I. We'll have to have another dose tomorrow so the effects won't start to slow down," he thought out loud. He went downstairs to his pencil-throwing range/chemistry lab to practice pencil-throwing.

After the first pencil hit the dart board that The J used for a target, the Ooo Ooy woke up. He decided that now would be a good time to switch the formulas since The J would be downstairs practicing for about a half-hour.

The J got bored of practicing pencil-throwing after fifteen minutes and went back to his room to work on his most current game world for ZZT. So the Ooo Ooy was wrong. Big deal. At least he got the formulas switched. And I'm sure you've never been wrong before, have you. Oh, I 'm sorry. Back to the story. The Ooo Ooy called the Paul. In about 5 minutes, 34.56 seconds, the Paul came and the Ooo Ooy snuck him inside to talk to him.

"Did you switch the formulas?" asked the Paul.

"Of course I did," said the Ooo Ooy, "Where's the Steve anyway?"

"Oh, I knocked him off the paper."

"What'd you do that for?!?! There's nothing for our author to write about without the Steve! None of the rest of us are going to be doing anything until tomorrow when The J and the Jessi drink the formula!" the Ooo Ooy was not happy."

"Okay, Okay, I'll go get him, but you have to come too, just in case I can 't reach him."

"Fine with me," agreed the Ooo Ooy. They set off for the edge of the paper.

"We're finally here," said the Paul as he sat down with his feet hanging off the edge.

"Can you see him anywhere?" asked the Ooo Ooy.

The Paul looked over the edge. "Yeah. He fell into some story where this guy hunts other people, but he'll be fine since he's a ghost."

"Not in another story," said the Ooo Ooy. They heard gunshots from the story below. The Steve had been shot! "We'd better get him before he dies. In that story there aren't any ghosts!"

"Okay," said the Paul, "hold my ankles and I'll get him." The Paul reached as far as he could, and got one of the Steve's ankles. "Pull me up!"

They got the Steve back into the right story. They knew that it would take a while for him to become a ghost instead of a dead body, so they decided to wait. The Paul walked around the Steve, because he 'd never seen a dead body before, and fell off the edge. The Ooo Ooy tried to save him, but he fell off too.

In the other story, the Paul and the Ooo Ooy hid behind a rock, because they thought that whoever had shot the Steve would be coming. They were on the shore of the ocean, and it was beginning to turn almost totally black. They heard someone coming and sat as still as they possibly could.

"I see blood, but there's no body, Ivan," said a male voice with a Russian accent, "What do you think could have happened to it?" There was silence for a while, and then the man's voice said, "Oh yeah, you can 't talk. Let's go home, Ivan."

After they were sure that the men had left, the Paul said, "Too bad It 's night time here."

"Yeah, it was just about noon in our story."

"Let's just wait and see if something interesting happens, since we can 't get out of here. I don't have anything to worry about, since you can 't kill a Paul."

"You can't kill a demon either, but it's probably different in this story. Different stories have different rules."

Back to this story, the Steve became a ghost again. At first he wondered why it wasn't dark yet, but then he realized that he was back in the right story. He looked around, so he couldn't find whoever it was that rescued him. After a while, he looked over the edge. It was hard to tell, but he thought he saw the Ooo Ooy and someone else in the story below. He started back towards The J's house.

"What is that?" asked the Ooo Ooy.

"What is what?" asked the Paul.

"I thought I heard someone swimming in the ocean," said the Ooo Ooy, "We'd better get out of the way so we don't screw up this story any more than the Steve already did."

"Yeah." They hid behind the rock again. Someone crawled onto the beach. "He probably fell off his own yacht," whispered the Paul.

"Actually, he did," said the Ooo Ooy, "I read this story before." The man walked over to the spot where there was bloodstains and looked at them, even though no one could even see their hand in front of their face. After he was done looking, he left. All the Ooo Ooy and the Paul could do was wait and hope the Steve would find them.

"Well we're here," said The J, "where are they?"

"Look over the edge," replied the Steve.

"They're in that story down there," said the Jessi, "And if that's the story I think it is, they're in trouble."

"Yeah, I was there and got shot already. Hold my ankles, I'll get them." The J grabbed one and the Jessi grabbed the other. They lowered him off the edge into the other story. He got the Ooo Ooy and the Paul each by a wrist. "Pull me up!" he yelled. By the time they were all back in the right story, it was time to go to bed.

The next morning, The J got up and checked his calendar, as usual. Today was the day he and the Jessi would have another dose of his formula. He went downstairs to practice his pencil-throwing. His first three shots missed, so he had to sharpen his pencil each time in between. "This is going to be one of those days," he thought out loud. Too bad he didn't know how right he was.