Tomboygirlygirl14- Thank you for the suggestion, and I did something kind of similar. Hope you find it as funny as chapter 6.

Let's see, iron ore. I need some iron ore. Here we go, I'll just use my pickax-

Hip Hop's concentration on his iPhone version of Minecraft is interrupted by a flush from the stall next door. He hears Indie muttering about conspiracies outside. He knows he should get back to work, but he hasn't played Minecraft in at least two days, and he's been getting headaches without it or Pokemon, which he lost due to lending all his cards to a Pokemon photographer.

Hip Hop walks out of the bathroom. He sees Intern 2 by himself.

I can trust him. He's almost like a brother now. "Hey, Intern 2." Hip Hop sits down in Scene's usual chair.

"Oh, great." Intern 2 mutters. "There's no one else around."

"Yeah I know. So I can vent." Hip Hop says. "Look, I haven't been able to play Pokemon in so long, and it's just-" He hears Indie's footsteps, so he takes immediate action. He pushes Intern 2 out of his chair, sits on his chest, and puts his gun to his forehead.

"Look, Intern 2, no matter what you say, I won't look at the mole on your shoulder!" Hip Hop yells. Indie scrunches up his face in disgust(And rightfully so), and leaves. Hip Hop, feeling guilty(and still on Intern 2's chest), puts his gun on his waist, and sits on Intern 2 like a chair.

"Get...Off me." Intern 2 groans.

"Sorry." Hip Hop stands up, and gives a hand to Intern 2. Scene hops cheerfully in, and sits in the spinning chair. Hip Hop leaves.

At lunch, Hip Hop is eating a turkey leg, his favorite.

"Oh, mm." Hip Hop takes a big bite of the chicken, but Indie walks in, and he quickly pulls out a rare steak.

"Hello, Hip Hop." Indie says awkwardly. "Eating steak?"

"Yeah!" Hip Hop says enthusiastically. "Like a man! No fork. Oh!"

"That's disgusting." Indie says. "Bye." He leaves with his tea and paper bag lunch. Hip Hop slides the steak over and begins eating his turkey in a civilized manner.

"That's more like it." He confirms. "With a napkin."

In the afternoon, when Hip Hop is venting to Intern 2, he finally gets bored of talking. Someone walks in with a tiny package.

"I've got a package for a..." The man starts. "Curtis -" Hip Hop has his hand over the man's mouth.

"Don't say what the package is." Hip Hop releases his grip, and takes the small package, hiding it under his coat. The man leaves.

"What's that?" Intern 2 asks.

Hip Hop looks around before answering; "My Pokemon cards. I don't know why they sent 'em here. But I'm gonna smuggle 'em home."

"How?" Intern 2 asks.

"I'm gonna hide it in your sock." He replies.

"What, no!"

"You had better!" Hip Hop shoves the tiny box in Intern 2's left sock against his will.

After work, they meet by a tree so Intern 2 can give him the cards.

"Thanks." Hip Hop says once he has them. "Say, this was kind of a boring day, huh? Wait, why are you looking at the cameraman? What's that face for?"

So, I hope you liked this one. It wasn't as good as say, Metal, because the only two characters I can't relate to at all are Hip Hop and, coming up, Indie. Dun dun dunnn... Nevertheless, I am writing 'Indie' and I hope you liked 'Hip Hop' you awesome people.