"Oh, that is IT! Enough!" screamed Beansprout, "Inu-Yasha and Kagome have to go, before things get any worse!"
"They aren't now?"
"Hey! I have feelings too! Being a werewolf is useful, not 'worse'! Besides, I was always a werewolf… I think."
"Feh, the sooner I get out of this madhouse, the better."
"Bwok Bwok Bakaaaawww!"
"Don't worry Kagome; we'll get you back to normal."
"We're going straight-to-the Wild, Wild West! -Sorry, what were we talking about?"
"Oh no! This is sounding more and more like Digimon! Now there was a show with too many protagonists…"
As a respite from all this babble, let's look at the world through Cabbage's point of view;
Myeh myeh myeh… thought Cabbage to herself, all these insolent children cluttering up my beautiful ballroom. I was gonna trounce all the others with the hotel franchise on bond street, and then we were going to call up all the other Faeries and have a house party. It's definitely time this lot left. And so, in a feat of hereditary genius she formulated a cunning plan, and in case you ever wondered how a Faerie plan is made, here is more of Cabbage's mind…
Problems;
Kagome is a chicken.
Inu-Yasha and Kagome are in the wrong universe.
Julian Clary and Lily Savage are also in the wrong universe.
Flibbage, Beansprout, Yakky and J are cluttering up my Ballroom.
There is no alcohol in the palace.
Solutions;
Turn Kagome human, who cares if she thinks like a chicken, no-one will really notice.
Send Inu-Yasha and Kagome home, displacing camp replacements.
Use spell to magic Beansprout and Co. to somewhere they'll find useful.
Call up all friends and send message to Alchohorse, to bring alcohol.
Well that plan rocks, decided the Faerie Queen and carried out her plans to great effect.

* * *

Thus it came to pass that the intrepid quartet suddenly found themselves sitting in the courtyard of Blenheim (as oppose to 'the Faerie-') palace [an interesting place of Buckinghamshire heritage].
"What the hell are we doing here?" exclaimed Beansprout.
"How the hell did we get here?" asked Flibbage
"Is there any pizza?" added Yakky.
"This conversation is getting familiar," concluded J.
"Well then, lets go back to Faerie and ask-"
"OH NO YOU DON'T!" yelled Cabbage, sticking her head out of an inter-dimensional portal, "I fixed all your problems and put you in a useful and non-jeopardizing situation. Stop traipsing your noisy, muddy footed, juvenile, hormone infested selves around my realm! Buzz off!"
"Oh," chorused everyone.
"Now what?" said Yakky, bemusedly.
"I think we're supposed to continue our quest to exact horrible revenge upon the NGSPIB." J answered, looking thoughtfully into the distance.
"Did I ask you?" Yakky cut in, icily.
"Well I just thought you addressed the question to the group."
"Feh." said Yakky, quickly followed by "Argh, dammit! I said 'Feh' again!"
"Who's your dad again Yakky?" Asked Flibbage.
"The Great Oz, I think he was quite famous in werewolf circles."
"I'll bet Willow wasn't happy about him being your father."
"Who the folk is Willow?"
"Nothing, Never mind."

And thus ended the saga concerning the rules of Generics, and the role they play in the lives of our heroes.