(Note: Here's the next chapter! The song I used belongs to the singer Kelis. I hate the song, and that kind of music, but it was perfect for Beckett. Oh, and in case you couldn't tell, I loathe Beckett with a passion.)

They all looked at each other, each one waiting for someone else to go so that they wouldn't have to- yet. Then, a loud and obnoxious sigh was heard, and Beckett stood up and looked at them all, an all-powerful scowl on his face.

"I suppose I'll just get it over with," he said snottily. "My obsession is-"

"Um, you have to announce who you are first," Will interrupted, looking annoyed.

"Fine, fine, have it your way, Mr.Turner." Beckett snapped with a stamp of his foot. "My name, as you should all know, is Cutler Beckett, but you may- no, you must- call me Lord Beckett."

Jack's lips twitched upwards into a smirk. "Cutler, that sounds a bit like cutlery, eh, mate?" He nudged Beckett, who he was sitting next to, in the side.

"Ew! Don't touch me, you filthy pirate… thing!" Beckett squealed, jumping out of his chair and frantically brushing himself off. He shuddered, and then composed himself. "Right. My obsession."

He paused, and everyone stared at him, waiting. "Erm, well, um," Beckett- excuse me, Lord Beckett- looked uncharacteristically uncomfortable. He tugged at his collar, playing for time. "Well, my obsession, it would be, er-"

"Chicken." Jack muttered under his breath, chuckling.

"I AM NOT A CHICKEN, YOU-" Beckett shouted, letting loose a stream of obscenities that would have made any sailor proud. By the time he had finished, he face was an unsightly purple and he was gasping for breath.

"You really shouldn't do that, ye know. Purple just isn't really your color, 'specially on your face." Jack said, snickering loudly.
"GRAWWWWK!" Beckett squawked, sounding quite like the chicken Jack had accused him of being earlier.

"Told you 'e was a bloody chicken," Jack said, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms over his chest.

Beckett gnashed his teeth. He looked ready to pounce on Jack, and everyone was getting pumped to watch a good old-fashioned brawl. But Beckett suddenly became calm.

"I am above your… sort," he sniffed, turning up his nose. "So there. Poopyhead."

"Suit yerself, chicken," Jack said.

"Anyway, like I was saying before poopyhead interrupted me, my obsession is-" Once again, Beckett choked on his words. "Argh. I think it might be easier if I simply showed you my obsession, rather than describing it to you."

That said, he stood up and snapped his fingers. The lights suddenly dimed, and a disco ball dropped from the ceiling.

Beckett stood there, his head bowed, as a funky beat began. He bopped his body up and down to the beat, and then he snapped his head up, eyes bright and wide.

"WARM IT UP!" Beckett shouted, whipping off his clothing. Everybody shrieked and scrambled for cover, anything to shield themselves from the horrid sight before their eyes. But they had no need to, for underneath his regular clothing Beckett wore a flashy belly dancing outfit, made out of shimmery neon pink and purple fabric, covered in lots of jingly-jangly thingamajiggers.

Seeing that Beckett was fully clothed, everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief and settled back down in their seats to watch the entertainment while trying to keep a straight face.

Beckett began shimmy-shaked his hips around a bit, and then began to sing, still belly dancing with all his might.

"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and they're like it's better than yours, damn right, it's better than yours, I could teach you, but I'd have to charge."

The singing and dancing went on like this for awhile, until Beckett got to the final chorus. He sang this with all his puny might, and belly danced as fast and "seductively" (!) as he could. As the final beat resonated, he struck an odd pose, with his stomach and chest thrust forward whilst waggling his backside around in circles.

Finished, he blushed beet red and slunk back to his seat. The lights returned to normal, and he cleared his throat uncomfortably.

Will was about to ask if anyone had any possible cures for this obsession, but he found he couldn't speak due to how loudly he was laughing. Looking around, Will noticed that everyone else was laughing to.

Beckett's bottom lip quivered, and his eyes filled up with tears. "Why are you all so mean to meeeeee!" he wailed, and ran sobbing to a corner. He curled up into a ball, and sucked his thumb and cried while he rocked back and forth.

But, even though they noticed his pitiful state, no one gave a crap, because everyone hates Beckett.