Disclaimer: Total Drama belongs to whoever owns it. I in no possible way could own it anyway! ... In Canada.
It's the new drinking game!
• every time Duncan calls Trent Elvis, Guitar Hero, Music Man, mr I'm obsessed with the number nine! etc. take a drink.
• every time Trent rolls his eyes take a drink.
• every time anyone says nine take a drink.
• every time Duncan is called Punk, Three days grace reject, Mr Mohawk etc. take a drink.
• every time there is an authors note take a drink.
• every time someone says YAOI! Take a drink.
Trent McCord awoke to the sound of banging on his apartment door. He got up to answer it. When he reached the wooden rectangle known as THE door, he found his rival Duncan Quagmire.
"Nice PJs Elvis." Smirked the punk.
"Real mature," Trent rolled his lime green eyes. "What do you want?"
"Well don't we get straight to the point?" Duncan chuckled. Trent glared at his nemesis. "Well I found this list online..." Trent raised an eyebrow.
"You can use the Internet? I didn't think juvy let you do that!" Trent gasped. Duncan grimaced.
"You don't know a lot about juvenile court do you?" Duncan asked. "Anyway this list was called 333 ways to get kicked out of wall-mart. But," Trent groaned. There's the but.
"Don't be like that guitar hero!" Duncan snapped. "But, I thought we could do it in Chris-mart!"
Chris-mart was the local supermarket, it was created by everyone's favourite (not really) TV reality host, Chris McLean! No one liked Chris.
"Why Chris-mart?" Trent questioned. "Why not Chef-Mart?" Chef-Mart was created by Chef Hatchet, also not liked very much.
"Because! Chef-Mart is for chumps!" Duncan retorted. Trent rolled his eyes.
"He banned you didn't he?" Trent pressed.
"That is not the point!" Duncan protested. "Now Elvis! Let is go to Chris-Mart!" With that Duncan started running down the street, his Mohawk billowing in the wind. Trent shrugged and followed in pursuit.
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