T or D Book 3: DO OR DIE

Rin, You're Grounded (Hosts)

Ander: *laughs evilly*

Shore: What city have you destroyed now?

Ander: Sadly, none, although I am working on Perth.

Shore: What did the Australians ever do to you?

Ander: Nothing.

Ander: YET.

Shore: Okaaaaay, then why were you laughing?

Ander: I have found a site on the Inter-webular network-

Shore: That's not what that is-

Ander: That allows me to enter names, and then it plays out the Hunger Games. It is quite enjoyable.

Haze: GIVE ME THE NAME. NOW.

*players appear*

Joy: Ha, I love freaking people out with suspense and surprises and cliffhangers.

Rainkeeper: So are you going to tell them what it is now?

Joy: Nah, they'll have to wait til the author's note at the end of the chapter.

Nightflyer: Bold of you to assume they won't just scroll down and read it.

Joy:......Curse you and your loopholes, Nightflyer.

Nightflyer: I'd make a good lawyer.

Air: You are a good lawyer. That's why none of the players can get out of their contract.

Nightflyer: I know. *very proud* I know.

Ember: So if you're the hosts lawyer and Starflight is the player's lawyer, then who's our lawyer?

Ember:.......Is it me?

Haze: No, stupid, it's obviously Permafrost.

Ember:.....Seriously?

Permafrost: OBJECTION! *slaps table dramatically*

Ember: I don't see it.

Permafrost: I have the entire Legally Blonde musical memorized. Therefore, that makes me a lawyer.

Ember: That's not even close to what makes you-

Nightflyer: No no, she's got a point. 

Permafrost: THERE. RIGHT THERE.

Shore: nO-

Ander: *talks like the google translate voice* Look at that condescending smirk,

Haze: SEEN IT ON EVERY GUY AT WORK-

Ember: *keeps right on the beat of the song* this IS NOT THE SONG WE'RE SINGING FOR TODAY-

Rainkeeper: Totally gay.

Joy: Look what we're seein,

Kelp: What are we seeing?

Joy: IS HE GAAAAAAYYYY

Kelp: OF COURSE HE'S GAY!

Joy: OR EUROPEAN?

All:........OOOOOHHHHHHH...

Shore: Oh hey-

Ander: Hey is for horses, cows say moo moo, faces like yours belong in the zoo.

Shore:.......Words hurt, you know.

Ander: Impossible. How can my transferred sound waves cause physical damage upon you?

Shore: *facetalons*