"What's going on?" Randy Orton asked as he woke up in the hotel room he was sharing with his best friend John Cena.

"It's war bro." John replied sitting by the door with a squirt gun in his lap.

"What do you mean by war?" Randy asked some how knowing exatly what John was getting at.

"Hunter and Shawn are in for a rude awakening!" John stated cracking the door open a tiny bit to peer out. "The coast is clear. I think I lost them."

"Who are you talking to?" Randy said shooting straight up in his bed, staring at John as if he had ten heads.

"My second in command, duh." John said pointing to of all things Hornswoggle.

"Why the fuck is Hornswoggle in here?" Randy asked getting irritated.

"Well, you see what had happened was-" John began but was cut off by a loud noise from the hallway.

"What the fuck was that?" Hornswoggle said shaking where he stood holding his squirt gun.

"Lets go see. Come on guys." John said motioning for the other two to follow him.

"Why do I have to go?" Randy asked. "I'm not involved in this game of shear stupidity, why do I have to go with you two?"

"Because Randall!" John began. "The room is not safe... I think they bugged it!"

"You've got to be kidding me!" Randy said just looking at John like he was an idiot.

"I don't kid about things like this bro! I honestly think they are out to take down our whole opporation!" John said looking scared by the situation.

"What opporation?" Randy asked. but before either could answer he just made up his mind. "Forget I asked I'm going back to sleep, I will talk to you when you become an adult again."

"But Randy this is serious." Hornswoggle began. "We need every man we can get for this war."

"IT'S NOT WAR YOU IDIOT'S! YOU ARE WEARING ARMY FATIGUES AND HOLDING SQUIRT GUNS! THE ONLY THING THAT WOULD MAKE ANYONE THINK IT'S WAR IS WHAT YOU'RE WEARING! I'M NOT GETTING INVOLVED AND I AM GOING BACK TO SLEEP!" As Randy said this the door flew open and in ran Shawn Michaels and Triple H, as well as C.M. Punk who began squirting Hornswoggle with his own squirt gun. "Oh for the love of God! Will you morrons please take this somewhere else! Some of us are actually trying to sleep in here."

Shawn looked at Hunter who just looked back at him and then they both looked at Punk who made eye contact with the two of them. "I think he's saying that just so when we leave he'll attack us from behind when we're out the door." Shawn stated in a matter of fact voice.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Randy said putting his head in his hands as the three men pointed their squirt guns at him.

"For Sparta!" Punk shouted.

"We're not in Sparta." Hunter said looking over at Punk.

"We have to make it dramatic some how."

"You could have said anything in the whole English language and yet you quote a movie about ancient greeks? How stupid are you?" Hunter said egging on Punk.

"Well excuse me for trying to bring some drama into everyone's lives!" Punk retorted.

"Will you idiots just shoot me already and get the fuck out of my room!" Randy said feeling he'd maxed out his irritation level.

"Oh yeah we forgot what we came here for!" Hunter said looking over at Randy. Then they all just shot their water at Randy and exited the room, along with John and Hornswoggle as well.

"I swear! I don't give a shit what Vince or Stephanie say to me, I am NEVER sharing another room with John again!" Randy stated to no one but himself, then he fell back to sleep.