Hey its me again. Thanks to all of the reviewers:

Drum:Thanks. I kinda made up Moffee's, I have no idea if they exist or not. But I do want one, because they are cute -.-.

Mariel: thanks so much, heres a cool update

Nomysp's Angel: Thanks for the review

Marty: Ha, you think youre cool.

Ok and having done that, here's chapter numero 3

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Dear Mr. Book Book,

As you see I'm experimenting with names. I will find one that fits you perfectly, eventually.

I'm still in my awesomey cooley new office. After playing with the balls that click together, photocopying my butt with the fax machine, squeezing the little stress ball, doodling mustches on all the ssxers on my clipboard, and clicking the expensive pen until my finger was sore, I am now getting slightly bored.

Now I am laying on the floor looking at the cool blue ceiling. I dunno why they got me such a nice office when I have to go into a hotel anyway. mabey if that psycho Psymon burns it down I can come seek temporary refuge here.

Ah, I see the mountain now. We should be coming upon the hotel soon. Good thing, its already 12 pm and I'm tired. I wonder if anyone is actually sleeping. They probably are, its quiet, too quiet...

I am going to go check on the riders now. but, I have to do it in a sneaky-sneak way, or else they will know I am spying on them and they would stop whatever they were doing in hopes that I would still think they are good. That wouldn't be cool. Or climactic.

I crept up to the door... and put my ear against it like someone would do if they were checking for a fire. AAAAAAAAAH IT BURNS! Hahahahah jk, I gotcha, didnt I? Anywho, I flung open the door, and screamed "I KNEW IT!" like I was catching them doing something bad. If I cant get them, I bet their consciences can.

They were sitting in a sewing circle. Playing an innocent game of cards. How boring. And Marisol wasnt even on the table dancing like I thought she would be. They must be really scared of my athority. Remind me to thank my boss for promoting me.

Well I am standing in the doorway, in complete silence. The awkwardness was broken by Brodi. "Want to come play cards with us, grasshopper?

"Ok, sure, whatcha playin?" I asked as I sat down between JP and Elise.

"Go fish, dawg." said Mac as he did the word sign with his hand, showing all of his cards to Seeiah and Eddie.

"Ok." I repeated before joing the card game.

I played cards with the ssxers for about 10 minutes before the bus reached the hotel. It was completely uneventful, except for when Psymon lit his hand on fire because it wasnt good enough. (I mean his hand oif cards, not his hand hand. Though that would have been slightly more amusing). I have to say, This is a really tame group considering the diversity. I really do like this job.

The tour bus rolled up to the hotel and I stoood there in shock with my mouth open. Earlier when I said this was a low budget snowboarding circuit, I meant it.

The hotel looks like a really crap haunted house at a carnival. It's all broken down with boarded up windows and has cobwebs everywehere. But it doesnt have that aura of spookiness, like a real haunted house has. It actually has the aura of a lazy, crippled caretaker.

This must be a joke. The ssxers and I clamored out of the bus and a harsh, icy wind swept through the area. For once, I'm glad I am wearing this gay windbreaker.

"This creepy! me no like it at all!" cried Kiora as she pulled me into a hug while sobbing into my chest. Poor girl... er... what to do now. Im standing in the midde of a dirt pathway leading to a haunted house-like hotel with a scared Japanese girl holding me. I should comfort her.

I handed Kiora a moffe and told her to hug it. She shook her head, grabbed the panda, hugged it, then blew her nose in it. Ok, she soiled my panda. The sacrafices I make.

We walked up the gravelly path, suitcases at hand, and I made the bold move of flinging open the front door. Ooops, it kinda fell off. Well it was only hanging by a few hinges, anyway.

The isnide of the hotel isnt much better. Its all.... dark and boring. A little cleaner, though. Empty fireplace, shabby couch, small reception desk... how inviting.

"Ugh chico, I dont know if I can stay here! Just look at how shabby this is!" cried Marisol as she flicked her long blonde hair. Why does she always do that? I dont think its an uncontrollable habit like the butt waggling, she does it just to annoy me.

"Can I help you?" asked little old lady as she popped up behind the reception desk.

"Sure, we got 7 rooms please." I said. She looked at me all funny. A look that says, "Oh I havent had this many people actually want to stay here since I opened this place about 7 decades ago.

Anyway, I ushered everyone into there rooms. "JP and Elise in here." I said while looking at my clipboard and pointing to the first room. While in my office, I also paired people up and prepared them for rooms. I put people together based on what would attract the most publicity, like forming celebrity scandals. At this rate, some publicity may entitle us to a half ass hotel.

"I am so gifted to be in your prescence, madame." cooed JP in his Frenchie accent. Elise just blushed and giggled as she grabbed his hand and walked into the room. Hmm. That 70's kid Wachowski looks a bit miffed. Can you say jealousy?!?

Anyway, onto room 2. "Brodi and Kiora." I said while gesturing to the door.

"Thanks for lending Moffee." sniffled Kiora as she out the wet and slimy bear back in my arms. Now I really feel like a babysitter. But I put her with Zen boy so he can babysit and mabey calm her down by intoxicating her with inscence or something.

After cramming DG (my new nickname for Luther, get it, DG= Dwayne Grady? Oh nevermind) and Seeiah into their room, I came upon a problem. Who shall I put Zoe with, Mr. Moby Jones or Sketchy Psymon? Ha, remember, its all about scandals. "Stark and Payne." I cheered out, trying not to look too pleased at myself for the great publicity idea. This is awesome, soon this circuit will be as popular as Britney's Vegas wedding!

Moby doesnt seem as thrilled, though. He is all huffy and pissed. Oh well! If he confronts me and demands an explanation, I will say I did it in hopes that Zoe will be able to control Psymon's antics. I have skills in making up scandals, and excuses!

Ok, throw Marisol and Mr. Jones in a room to attempt to make him feel a little better, then I will throw Funky man and Ghetto boy together. "Mackenzie and Eddie in here, please." I trilled. Ha, now Mr. Ghetto fab is like, "Yo yo yo da name is Mac and Ima-" but then I shut the door in his white little face.

Now that everyone is settled, I went into my room. Eew, I never really noticed how creepy it is alone... and uch spiderwebs.. Well i will just try to lie down and ignore the scariness.

Laying down. Scared. I WANT MY MOMMY! Well I cant have my mommy, but mabey I will hug my Moffee for a bit.

Here I am. A thirty-something year old man laying in a bed with a Japanese stuffed bear. (I took the un-soiled one). Ah! I see a bunch of shadows. I think i'll turn the lights off.

This is even creepier. Well since I cant sleep, I will go down the hall and get a drink of water from the kitcheny place.

Ok, I am drinking water and I feel better and- HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT! SOME ONE JUST FUCKING TAPPED MY SHOULDER! SWEET MOTHER OF GOD- oh it's just Marisol. I should tell her the error of her sneaky ways, because that gave me quite a fright.

"WHAT THE FUCK ID YOUR PROBLEM, YOU DAMN WHORE, YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK!?!?!?" I yelled.

"Sorry chico." pouted Marisol. She is looking at me with those nice, chocolate brown eyes. I cant really see the rest of her in the dark, so dont think I have lost my pervertedness, because im proud to say that I havent. God, ignore me, now I am just rambling. But I must remeber to contain myself and keep my hands at my side, for 1) I am the tour manager and 2) she is emotionally unstable. I have had bad experience with the emotionally unstable.

"Well just don't sneak up on me like that. Can't you stomp around, play loud music, yodel or something next time?" I asked. I think that is a reasonable request, don't you?

"Ok chico. Whatever you say, you are the boss." she said in a really sweet voice as she brushed her hand against my arm. Ok, now its clear that shes hitting on me. I have to put aside my wishes, and tell her how it is.

"Sleeping with me will not get you a gold medal in any race." I said sternly. I cant believe I just said that, but I guess I must do the right thing, sadly. She frowned and alked away. Even in the dark, I can tell she is waggling. Well I guess the only thing to do is go back to sleep in my own bed.

I woke up early, really early in fact, to get all of the lazy bums up. La la la, after drinking 4 cups of coffee, I may finally be changing into a morning person. Whhheeeee. Now, I am gonna walk around around using my many cool keys to open doors and disurb sleerping, or not so sleeping, people. I unlocked a door, flung it open, and whooo. Hey, someone had some fun last night! Names are going to be withheld though. ZoeandPsymonhadititotallygoingonman.

Mabey I will send someone else into their room to wake them up. Ok, here is JP and Elise's room. Do you think it is safe to go in there? No, ok onto Mackenzie and Eddie's room. This should be safe, but just to make sure, I will knock.

Knock knock.

"Come in." yelled Eddie. I flung open the door and saw Eddie trying to pull Mackezie out of bed. "He wont get up!" aid Eddie as he struggled to pull the covers off of the little ghetto boy.

"Mackenzie, GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS BED RIGHT NOW OR I WILL KICK YOUR LITTLE GHETTO ASS." I screamed, in his ear. he didnt move. Mabey he died.

No, he didnt die, he is listening to his MP3 player. I snatched it threatened to throw it in Luther's toilet if he didnt get up. It worked, he sprang right out of bed. I am awesome.

After rushing into some more random rooms, trying to catch people doing emabarassing things that I can send into TV for money and publicity, I had everyone awake. (Though I didnt go disturb Zoe and Psymon, I sent Kiora in for me.)

Just as I was herding all of the racers into the main lobby, I got a call on my cell phone. Well I'd better answer it, huh? "Hello." I said into the phone. Uh-oh, my boss is on the other line. He is probably going to yell at me for something. When he is done yelling at me, I will yell at him about the crappy hotel. We can have a yelling match. Actually, he is my boss, so mabey I will just Ôsuggest' things instead.

Well I gotta go haggle with my boss so bye for now,

Razell the Great

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Thats all for now, review on your way out please