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"OCEAN OCONNEL ROSENBERG, YOU ARE FIRST." the karnak announced. Celine was thankful that it wasnt her, considering she didnt really know what was happening.
"Why?" ocean asked. its always question after question after question with this girl.
"alas, if only you hadnt burned off those 3 questions right at the start." karnak responded. Celine shook her head and put her face in her hands.
"Its just, when you tie the room together, i think celine is gonna seem like the natural choice for that slot." Ocean argued, grabbing celine by the arm.
"You want me to go first?" She asked with worry. she did not want to go first.
"If you insist!" Ocean gasped. "Mr. whatever, me and celine are going to tradsies!" she pushed celine up on the stand. Celine shook her head vigorously.
"No tradsies." Celine let out a sigh of relief and quickly hopped off the stand and speed walked towards mischa.
"Fine. Im happy about that actually. But first, i wanna say two things. I dont know how it is in your culture, but in ours, playing games where peoples loves are at stake—super illegal! Second, i really like your turban! It really brings out your eyes."
