I am SO sorry this has taken so long! I kinda got bored of writing :P Oh well, I'm back now and I hope you like this chapter! Please reveiw!

"Finn McSexykins" called the escort as the girl from four ran out of the training room, screaming about some dude called Mouldywart or something. The self proclaimed "King of Sexyness" stood up, flipping his sexy blonde hair and walking sexily into the training room.

Finn walked straight into the middle of the room and waited for the gamemakers to all look at him, which took quite some time seeing as most them were drunk.

When the gamemakers were finally looking, Finn grabbed a trident and started to sing. "Girl look at this tribute. Girl look at this tribute. Girl look at this tribute. I WORK OUT!" he sang (well, shouted) at the gamemakers, dancing around like a madman and holding the trident like a guitaur.

"When I walk in the arena, this is what I see. Everybody dies because of me I got a trident in my hand and I aint afraid to throw it, throw it. I'M SEXY AND I KNOW IT!" He screamed, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it at Lucia.

"Oh god, get it off!" Lucia screamed, clawing at the shirt as if it was a rabid mutt. Seneca and Plutarch laughed loudly, Well, until Finn's trousers landed on Seneca's head.

Plutarch laughed even louder, watching as the tribute danced around in his bright pink, My Little Pony underpants.

Finn finally finished his song by throwing his trident at a dummy (missing completely) and bowing dramaticly. "Thank you, thank you. I'll be signing autographs after the games" he said, walking out of the room, still wearing only his pants.

A traumatized Lucia curled up in her seat, trembeling. Next to her, Seneca did the same, while Plutarch almost passed out from laughter.

"You know?" said Seneca, "I think that was actually worse then Cato"