"Hey guys, we have an interview today!" Karl bounced around, excited as per usual at the prospect of a chance to be in the spotlight again.
But Isaac just snorted and groaned into his pillow, replying like a dead person:
"Shut up, Karl. You wish we had an interview- but it's probably just one of your crazy fans again. All they have to say is the word 'interview' and you go scuttling to their meet-ups like a fish on a line. Look, I love our fans without doubt but I'm not going to one of those events again: I was vomiting for the whole day because of the vodka they spiked my 'tropical fruit punch' with." Shawn, who was also knocked out, groaned his agreement.
"For once, Isaac is right,"
Isaac growled in annoyance at Shawn's jab, but he was tired so it didn't have much substance.
"-As I say, Isaac is right. Some of our fans are a bit over-the-top… I mean, what can you say- they're sports fans after all."
"Mhmm… and no journalist asks to meet on Sunday anyway, and not at this ungodly hour for sure. What are you even doing up at Five A.M?"
"I was too hyper to sleep." Isaac facepalmed.
"As per usual, then. Well, if they were looking for a Team Barefoot they would have emailed Shawn or I, not you. And we haven't got anything, so let us sleep."
"Hey! Are you calling me irrelevant?" Karl objected, with his left vein popping.
Shawn intervened before they broke his house down.
"No, Isaac is just saying that you shouldn't bother us."
"Well, you guys don't have to come but I'm pretty sure Isaac moved it to his junk mail by accident- I only saw the reminder today on his lock screen."
"- Actually that's possible…" Isaac sighed and got up to check his screen. He froze abruptly.
…
"WAIT WHAT THE F CK HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS? APPARENTLY WE NEED TO GET ON THE FIVE-TWENTY-FIVE TRAIN: INSTRUCTIONS FROM THE GGO COMMITTEE!"
Shawn leapt out of bed, and he and Isaac immediately changed their outfits to the one they always wear in the AI Football GGO anime series. They rushed out the door… only to realise that they had neither their stuff nor the rest of the team.
They rushed up the stairs, going back to the massive master bedroom.
"TIMMY, WAKE UP!"
"...Huh?"
"WE HAVE AN INTERVIEW, AND WE NEED TO GET TO THE STATION IN TWENTY MINUTES." Timmy's eyes lit up at the sound of an interview.
"Ooooh… so they want the handsome Timmy in their interview? Ladies: line up to see the man of your dreams… boys: wait for your hero to miraculously appear… old people:-"
"NOT NOW, TIMMY!"
"Okay, okay! I'm coming." The two captains of Barefoot stared at Karl like hawks, as if telling him to make sure Timmy was at the door to leave in time- dead or alive. Karl gulped, and nodded, praying that he himself had prepared enough decently to not waste their time. Isaac and Shawn ran to Cat's room, and, without thinking, opened the door without knocking.
…
Cat was naked.
…
Shawn immediately started covering his eyes and shouting: "SORRY, SORRY, I DIDN'T MEAN TO-"
Cat threw a rolling pin, which hit Isaac in the head.
"GET OUT ISAAC!"
"Ow… why me T-T…-"
"Ah! Shawn! I didn't know you wanted to do it now! Unless you want a baby, I'll get my XXL cond-"
"NOT NOW, CAT!" The whole house shouted- even Timmy.
"Okay, okay…"
"AND PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!"
/
Soon they were all out. After quite a long journey, they arrived at Headquarters; they were greeted by an official. It was a good interview, but Isaac swore he would never fail to check his phone again.