"Dude, how many times do I have to tell you? These things would be completely STUPID if they were realistic!"

"Prove it."

"How am I supposed to do that?"

"Do what?"

"You just told me to prove it!"

"No I didn't."

"Then, who..." Anthony Padilla was sitting on the couch next to his (some would argue) best friend Ian Hecox. Ian shrugged.

"So, if I didn't say it, and you didn't say it..."

"Maybe you're just hearing things because of that thing you went to last night."

"A One Direction concert would not- eh, I guess you may be right." They sat there in silence for a few minutes. Finally, Anthony stood up. "Well, I'm going to bed." He yawned. "I'm really tired."

Ian nodded. "Yeah, me too." He stopped. "Huh. That's weird."

"What?"

"I'm getting this really weird feeling."

"Like when you thought you were making out with your girlfriend but it turned out to be-"

"No! I mean like... I just don't feel right. My breathing feels weird."

Anthony sat back down. "Me too. What's-" They collapsed as the world went black.

"Wake up! The sherrif has summoned you."

Anthony opened his eyes and found himself in a dungeon. What the-? Where am I? "Uh, this might sound stupid, but... what sherrif?"

The man who had unlocked the door laughed. "That blow to the head must have really done a number on you. Vaisey, the Sherrif of Nottingham, of course! Now, get up!"

Anthony scrambled to his feet. Okaaaaaay... I'm in some dumb Robin Hood movie or something. They probably cast me for Robin Hood, I mean, I'm hot enough for it. He self-consiously ran his fingers through his now-matted emo-styled hair. He then realized something. Where's Ian?

The man escorted him into a throne room of sorts. The sherrif sitting there was probably the ugliest thing Anthony had ever seen. He was bald, for one thing, and had some sort of jewel inlaid into one of his teeth as if it would make him more attractive. He looked up as he entered. "Ah, Gisborne. Hopefully you're not on a rampage anymore. I need you to not mess up this time."

Anthony was flabbergasted. "Um, I think you might have me confused with someone else. I'm not this 'Gisborne' person. Where's Ian?"

"Come now, Gisborne. Don't play this game with me. I shall give you one last chance to redeem yourself, being to kind-hearted person I am. Do not fail me."

"Uh... Fail you at what?"

Vaisey, apparently, rolled his eyes. "I want you to sneak into Robin Hood's camp and kill him."

"But, I don't know where-"

"Oh, la-dee-dah-dee-dah. Don't bore me with details. Find it." He waved his hand. "Go on, then."

Anthony was escorted out into a courtyard where a horse was waiting. He turned to the man who was with him. "Uh, where would I look for Robin Hood's camp?"

The man shrugged. "Perhaps ask your man, Allan. He should know." At Anthony's blank expression, he motioned for Allan, who happened to be walking by. "Sir Guy needs to find the Outlaw's Camp."

Allan shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Uh, well, you see... I know I told you I would, but..." He winced like he expected a slap to the face. When Anthony didn't respond, he said, "Well... It- it's somewhere in Sherwood, but... I- I don't remember where. Sorry." He ran off.

The man looked puzzled. "Do you want me to catch him and throw him in the dungeons until you return, sir?"

Anthony shook his head. "I, uh, am just going to have a look first."

The man bowed. "As you wish."

"F***! What a mess this is!" He muttered as he mounted the horse and headed for what he hoped was the direction of Sherwood Forest.