Disclaimer: I do not own TDI.
*shuffles hat (okay, it's a ziploc)*... And our next victim is....
...Owen! *turns on applause track*
"So what do you want me to do?"
"Just keep the dot going to the box. Plus, if you make it past the third level, I'll give you my last chocolate bar."
"RIGHT ON!"
The chubby blond sat down immediately, the chair groaning under his weight.
"Okay, first level....
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......third level, yes! Get ready to lose your chocolate, man! I rock at this!....
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*RAAAAAAAAWR! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!!!*
"PRIDE AND FREAKIN' PREJUDICE!!!"
Owen snapped back quickly, hiding from the harmless image.
Hearing Duncan laugh, he peered at the screen. Soon he was laughing, too.
"Oh, man, that scared me. I thought...."
Right then, the chair snapped and Owen fell on the ground, causing Duncan, Trent and the others to laugh even harder.
"Oh, man. Hey, do I still get that chocolate?" Owen pleaded, his butt still stuck to the seat as he stood up.
"...I don't think you can afford it, man."
A/N: Five down, sixteen to go. I love this series; It's so easy to write and yet I still enjoy it immensely.