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Rollan cleared his throat. "I will speak the words of the judges. Second place is-"

"THERE ARE ONLY TWO PLACES, IDIOT!" Meilin yelled, slapping Rollan in the face. "And I will announce the places. The looser will get a punishment."

"What type of punishment?" Conor asked, biting his nails.

Meilin smiled evilly. "Well, that, you have to find out." She gestured towards Abeke. "May you explain the update of the rules, please?"

"Yes, of course. The update is there will be no math with the stupid averages or that stuff, just a winner. And the winner will win a special prize."

"And what's that prize?" Shane asked.

"Well, you have to find out."

Meilin stood up. "The looser of the first round is… SHANE!"

Shane looked shocked. "But- but- how can it be me? Isn't there some mistake?"

Rollan ignored him. He turned his chair to the crowd. "What punishment should Shane get?"

"WATER SLIDE! WATER SLIDE! WATER SLIDE!"

Shane scoffed, his facial expression relaxed. "Water slide? That doesn't sound so b-" Shane broke off as the floor beneath him opened, him dropping.

All everyone could hear was the brave Shane screaming.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, let's look at the cameras, shall we?"

The screen behind Abeke lit up, showing a scary almost ninety degree drop with a boy screaming on top of his lungs, covered in water.

"MUD SHOWER!" the crowd screamed.

Rollan did his infamous smirk and pressed one of the red buttons on the table for the judges.

On the big screen, a huge glob of brown poured on the screaming Devourer, who now was screaming even louder. Abeke found it funny. Not that she would want to be in Shane's place.

"Where's he gonna land?" a guy in the crowd asked.

Rollan froze. "I- um- am not the engineer here, so um, I didn't exactly make this thing, so um, I, um, sort of, um, have no idea…"

"Good," Conor said.

Rollan scoffed. "Don't worry, we'll figure it out. The camera will just-"

The screen behind Abeke buzzed, shutting down with a gray zig-zagged screen.

"Yes, mister solution?" Meilin challenged, sarcastically.

"THE SHOW MUST GO ON!" the guy in the crowd yelled.

Rollan stood up, turning to the crowd. "How?" he asked, glaring. "Shane's not here."

The guy snapped his fingers three times. "Well I am!"

"You're not Shane," Meilin snapped.

"Oh no I'm not, beautiful, but at least I can be better than Rollan."

Abeke bit her lip. This wasn't going to end well. "Alright, alright," Abeke said, before Rollan planned to show off and Meilin planned to kill him. "We have a new contester! Please welcome…"

"Um… Bob!"

"Hello, Um Bob!" Abeke exclaimed. "Would you like to step up here and freestyle rap?"

"Of course."

Meilin pressed a button. "Conor, you're up first."

Conor smiled, blowing kisses to the crowd. "Oh, I'm ready, alright. Give me a beat! Yeah! Alright! Open up your doors, I'm comin' into town. I'm stealin' all your ladies, so you better go back down. I'm so hot I can melt your ice. But if you even got any that would be nice."

"Oh, you did not," Um Bob started.

"Oh he did too," Rollan joked.

Um Bob scoffed. "I will win myself a Meilin. Let's go! Okay! This little amateur thinks he can rap, but hell no; he ain't even on the map. I-"

Rollan honked the horn. "You said hell."

"Hell isn't a curse word," argued Um Bob.

"Then explain me why that baby is crying and that mother is covering her seven year old daughter's ears."

Um Bob scoffed. "Because they're all idiots."

"BOOOOOOO!" the crowd booed, throwing rotten tomatoes at Um Bob.

"BOO YOURSELF! I'M GETTING OUT OF HERE!"

Abeke stepped on the center of the stage. "Stay tuned for next time, when we won't have an amateur!"

Welp. No voting this time. Sorry.

~Alicio