Chapter 1-Intern 2

"Shut up Intern 2." Indies says and pours water over Intern 2's head. Intern 2 twitches and looks at the cameraman, who shrugs.

Intern 2 is happy he has this job. He could be the, ugh, rat protector.

But I'm not a poser! Hiss! But- Feast my rats! Feast! Aah!

Intern 2 shivers and shakes his head to dry his hair.

"What are you, a dog?" Metal smacks Intern 2 in the back of the head with a rolled up magazine. "Go, boy! Fetch the ball."

Indie watches the spectacle; "Good work, Metal. Keep it up. And Intern 2,"

"Yes sir?" Intern 2 ventures.

"Shut up." Indie says. He leaves.

"Goodbye...Indie!" Scene screeches in Intern 2's ear. "I'll always love youuuuu!"

"Can you please not say that so loud?" Intern 2 asks, slightly flustered.

"Sorry, Intern 2! I'm just soooo happy!" Scene chirps. She suddenly gasps and pulls out her phone. "I should tweet that! #SohappyhangingwithIntern2butIwishIndiewashereinst ead. Tweeted!"

"Okay. I'm slightly offended. But I'll be fine as long as I have my," Intern 2 pulls out his prized possession. "Flowchart." He looks longingly and whispers to it; "We'll be married soon."

At lunch, things are the same, except with bologna. Intern 2 sits down in the lunch room with his bologna and orange juice.

"Mm, bologna." Intern 2 takes a huge bite, stuffing an entire slice in his mouth at once. He mumbles to Hip Hop; "So good."

"Reminds me of the time I was role-playing, and," Hip Hop is cut off when Indie walks in. He punches Intern 2 in the gut. "No, I don't want any of your bologna!" He continues punching Intern 2.

"Hey-choking-" Intern 2 mumbles, choking on the food that was still in his mouth. Hip Hop continues punching Intern 2 until Indie gets his tea and leaves.

"I'm so sorry." Hip Hop whines on Intern 2's shoulder, who is still choking. He turns purple and falls to the floor. Hip Hop gives him the Heimlich maneuver.

"Thanks." Intern 2 says in a raspy voice.

Later, Intern 2 finds Idol staring at a blank computer screen.

"Um, Idol," Intern 2 begins. Idol gets angry.

"Shut up, Intern 2!" Idol shouts. Indie walks up with a spray bottle.

"Bad, Idol." Indie sprays her in the face. "Baaad girl. Only I say that." He walks away and, passing Intern 2, sprays him in the face.

"So what's wrong?" Intern 2 asks.

"Calm Idol." Idol begins to herself. "I was learning the ins and outs of my computer, Intern 2!"

"But it was off." Intern 2 questions.

"Well, I already learned the ins," Idol says. "So now I'm learning the outs!"

"I don't think-" Intern 2 starts, but shakes his head, knowing she won't agree. He walks back to his desk to finish the work and prepare for the next slave labor task he must complete.