"Welcome to Win A Date With Cinderpelt 2! Today's contestants are Onestar, Tallstar, and Jayfeather, and the winner will take Cinderpelt to Firestar's museum of Mary-Sues And Gary-Stus!"

"Hi, Cindy," Onestar dreamily meowed, "Can I automatically win? I like you." Cinderpelt turned red.

"DON'T MAKE ME CALL BROKENSTAR'S MICROWAVE ON YOU!"

"No, please, HAVE MERCY!" He cowered.

"Good. Don't call me Cindy, either. Mistystar, go ahead and give Onestar..."

"Really?"

"Negative one million points."

"Aww."

"First question: Do you think you have superpowers?"

"I do," Jayfeather grumbled, "Or, I did, until stupid StarClan took them away."

"I have the power of attracting certain gray she-cats," Onestar sighed, "We're like magnets, Cinderpelt. I'm the north pole and you're the south." He joined his fingers together.

"That's...disgusting," Cinderpelt meowed.

"When I was young I always pretended I could fly," Tallstar answered.

"I guess Jayfeather gets a point. Next question: What's your favorite fast food place?"

"We didn't have those fancy quick-food places to eat like you youngsters," Tallstar rasped in his old man voice.

"I like Burger Prince. It's your favorite, too," Onestar, again, sighed.

"Ummm, I think you're needed, Brokenstar."

"NOO! NOOO!" Brokenstar brought his microwave, which was big enough to put a cat (hinthint) grabbed Onestar, wrapped the WindClan leader in plastic wrap, and stuffed him in. He set it for five minutes.

"Good. Stalkers don't belong on this show."

"Mac And Cheese Donalds, I guess, maybe," Jayfeather shrugged.

"Well, Jayfeather was the only one that answered that's still here, so he gets a point."

"Jayfeather has a point."

"Last question: What emotion do you feel on an everyday basis?"

"I feel grumpy." Jayfeather.

"I feel confused with all that...tek-nolojy? Is that how you say it?" Tallstar.

"Jayfeather gets a point so there won't be a tiebreaker. He wins."