"Stanley says touch your toes!" President Snow cried. Jackson Phillips bent down to touch his toes.

"Stanley says jump up and down! Stanley says 'say Snow is awesome!' Stanley says stop jumping! Stanley says-!"

"Umm, sir," Jackson interrupted. "Maybe we should get to planning what the arena will look like,"

"No! Stanley never said to do that!" Snow cried.

"Oh, you got me there sir…" Jackson said with a fake laugh.

"Stanley says-"

"Sir, we really need to start working on this year's Hunger Games,"

"Jackson!" Snow yelled. "You are being very disrespectful! How savage of you!"

Jackson stared at Snow with astonishment. Finally, I knocked some sense into him! He thought. He's becoming the grown man that he's supposed to! This is great! He's going to start doing everything he's supposed to like planning the Hunger-

"Can't you see that Stanley and I are having some Psycho- to- Goldfish bonding time?"

And there goes the civilized man that he was 2 seconds ago, Jackson thought.

"Now, if you're not going to participate in Stanley Says, then you'd better leave." Snow scolded. Jackson sighed.

"Fine. But you'd better think about planning the Hunger Games sometime soon, or else there will be no Hunger Games this year." With that, Jackson left the room.

"You'd better plan the Hunger Games or else there will be no Hunger Games this year! Blah, blah, blah!" Snow mimicked in a high pitched voice that sounded nothing like Jackson's. "Well I'll show him. I'm going to make the best Hunger Games that there has ever been! Wait- is that showing him, or me proving his point?"

Stanley flopped in his bowl.

"You're right. I do look good in a suit," Snow replied. And with that, Snow sat down to begin planning.

"Stanley!" Snow called. "Be a dear and call up Jackson,"

Stanley looked at him.

"Oh I forgot. I'm such a fool. You, being a fish, don't know where Jackson's yoga class is. Duh!" Snow cried, as clueless as always. "I'll call him myself."

Snow approached the door. "JACKSON SOMETHING PHILLIPS GET YOUR BUTT UP HERE IF YOU WANT TO-"

Snow was interrupted by Jackson throwing open the door, panting.

"Yes, I want to keep my job." He replied, finishing the sentence that Snow had already started.

"What do you mean? I was going to say, 'get your butt up here if you want to get a sundae.' That's all." Snow said, confused.

"Oh, well, never mind then…" Jackson mumbled.

"Anyway, the point of your visit up to my office is to see the wonderful creation that is this year's Hunger Games arena!" Snow cried.

Jackson stared at the president with amazement. "You mean, you actually made it?"

"Yes, yes I did. Now, I was thinking that we start them off by coming up through the tube things and the first thing that they see is a field of lollipops and sugar canes!" Snow began.

Jackson sighed.

"And then, instead of the giant metal thing-"

"Cornucopia you mean?" Jackson interrupted. Snow glared at him.

"Yes. Anyways, instead of seeing the cornucopia, they see a giant-" Snow paused. "Unicorn! Instead of a cornucopia, there's a unicorn! And then-"

"NO! No, no, no, no, no, no, no! This is where you go wrong! There are no unicorns in the Hunger Games!" Jackson cried.

"Well then, Mr. Smarty pants, what do you suggest?"

"Don't worry, sir," Jackson replied slyly, "I've got it all under control. I have a plan."