The lights turned back on, and it revealed Catherine and Carol nearby the stage. "And we're back, everyone, with team number four!" Catherine remarked, hoping Carol wouldn't do anything weird.

"Olympic Requiem!" Carol chirped.

Then, in unison, the duo said, "Good luck!"

The lights turned off and, again, a screen popped up, revealing Lynn and Lucy staring at the camera. Lynn pulled a smile and peace sign, while Lucy just... Stared.

"A diminituve athlete with an attitude problem, and a deadpan goth who couldn't care less about anything! Can this unlikely pairing make you laugh at something beyond their paradoxic relationship? Give a round of applause to Team 4: Olympic Requiem!"

The audience cheered as it cut to the shadowed stage, with Lynn and Lucy on the stage. Once the lights turned on, Lynn waved hello, while Lucy was revealed to be holding a shovel.

"Good evening, every-" Lynn greeted, only to be surprised when she saw the shovel. "Wait, what?!"

"Hi everyone," Lucy deadpanly greeted.

"Lucy, why did you bring a shovel?"

"I wanted to dig our act a premature grave."

Lynn tried to process what that meant as the audience laughed, then said, "W-Well, that won't be necessary, you can put it down now, please?"

Lucy shrugged, then threw the shovel away, causing it to hit a cat far away. "Whatever, good evening everyone, we're Olympic Requiem."

"Y-Yeah! We're Olympic Requiem, and we're happy to be here today!" Lynn chirped as she turned back to the audience. "Anyway, Lucy, let's do our best!"

"And die trying."

"Well, maybe not that," Lynn scratched the back of her head. "But, you know Lucy?"

"What?"

"I'm starting to grow a bit worried about your physique, so to speak."

"Why? What's wrong with it?"

"Technically, there's nothing wrong, but I've noticed that you don't really practice any sports or anything. I can understand you being a gothic downbeat, but it never hurts to do some sports, right?"

"Hmm..."

"And besides, I think that would really benefit you! I mean, you have pale skin, you barely react to stuff, you peak with a deadpan tone, I wouldn't be surprised if people start confusing you for an undead zombie or something anytime soon!"

"...I fail to see the problem."

"Of course you do!" Lynn snapped as the audience laughed. "Look, just give it a try, okay?"

"I guess I could do that, but what sort of sport could a frail little girl like me do?"

"Hmm... How about lifting weights?"

"Okay, what dead body am I lifting?"

"Not that kind of weight!" Lynn took out a pair of dumbbells and handed them to her gothic sister. "Look, you'll lift these two dumbbells repeatedly until I tell you to stop, okay?"

"Alright, but I have a question."

"What is it?"

"Why are these called dumbbells? They don't look like bells, and they don't seem as dumb as Leni."

Lynn took a deep breath, all while the audience chuckled, then sternly stated, "Lucy, get to it already."

"Okay..."

Lucy's skit, take 1...

Lynn and Lucy, both now wearing sports outfits and holding a pair of dumbbells, bounced up and down while training music played. "Alright, Lucy, I'll try to go easy on you, but you have to do your part on this too, got it?!"

"R-Right."

"Alright, then, left dumbbell up!"

Lynn raised the dumbbell on her left hand almost immediately, while Lucy tried her hardest until she managed to lift her left dumbbell.

"Left dumbbell down!"

Lynn lowered her left dumbbell, and needless to say, Lucy managed to lower hers effortlessly.

"Right dumbbell up!"

Lynn lifted her right dumbbell, while Lucy whined as she tried her hardest to lift her right dumbbell.

"Right dumbbell down!"

Lynn and Lucy did as before, but Lucy was notably gasping for air.

"Now, both dumbbell-"

"Waaiiit!" Lucy shrieked.

The stage turned back to normal and Lucy continued to catch her breath as the audience chuckled and Lynn folded her arms. "Oh come on, Lucy, you can't be tired yet! We just got started!"

"I'm not a gothic copy of you, Lynn!" Lucy complained, blaring an angry glare under her hair. "You said before that you knew I was pretty weak, and yet you acted like you expected me to follow your orders at the same time you did!"

"You're right, this was very unfair," Lynn scratched the back of her head, then got an idea. "I know! How about we do something different?"

"Sigh, what now?"

"Don't worry, you won't have to lift any heavy objects."

"Thank Goth."

"But you will need to run as fast you can-"

"I'm good at that."

"And then put a pole on the ground-"

"And dig a grave?"

"It's a pole, not a shovel, and then you'll have to leap over a bar!"

"... Somehow, that sounds both not nearly as hard and harder than what we did before."

"Nah, don't worry, you're gonna be fine! Now, before we begin, any questions?"

"Just one."

"Yeah?"

"Is there a grave ready for me?"

"You're not going to die!"

"Well, I'll take your word for it, I guess..."

Take 2...

Lucy, holding a large pole, ran as fast as she could until she put the pole on the ground, jumped... And then the pole extended towards space, with Lucy screaming as Lynn shouted "Wait!" at the top of her lungs.

The stage turned back to normal as Lucy fell from space and crashed onto the floor, saying a deadpan "ow" once she hit the ground. "What was that all about?!" Lynn asked as the audience laughed. "That wasn't supposed to happen at all!"

"Oops, I probably shouldn't have borrowed the magic pole from that monkey boy," Lucy deadpandly remarked as she got up.

"No wonder you went into space, then!" Lynn growled as the audience laughed some more. "Why did you even take a weird magic pole in the first place?!"

"You never said I had to use a normal pole."

"I never said you needed to use a magical pole either! Look, it's clear you're not cut-out for sports stuff, so how about we drop the topic and talk about something else?"

"Like how you're not that good at drama or acting?"

"...What do you mean?"

"Lynn, I'm sorry, but just like how I'm not exactly the best at sports, you really don't seem like the best at drama or acting."

"That's just 'cause I'm not very interested in those things, I bet that if I put my mind into it, I'd be an amazing actress!"

"And I bet you wouldn't."

"I would!"

"You wouldn't."

"I would!"

"You wouldn't."

"I would, dang it!"

"Lynn, no matter how many times you tell me that, I won't believe you until you prove it yourself."

"Alright then, give me a dramatic scene and I'll blow your mind with my acting skills!"

"Perhaps. Give me a moment..."

Lynn's skit, take 1...

Lynn and Lucy, both wearing funeral clothing, stood in front of a gravestone, with Lucy crying as Lynn watched deadpanly. "Lynn, would you like to say some words?" Lucy inquired.

Lynn nodded, took a step forward and then a deep breath. "For the guy who has gone on to the afterlife..."

Suddenly, Lynn put on an angry pouty face and snarled, "You had it coming, you massive son of a-!"

"Wait!" Lucy exclaimed.

The stage turned back to normal as the audience chuckled. "Why were you about to insult the dead?!"

"Well, you never specified what was my relationship to him before his demise," Lynn argued with a shrug. "I mean, for all we know, I could be too angry at what probably happened before to really think rationally."

"Still, you just don't insult the dead and expect to get away with it!" Lucy growled. "Look, just try to think of something sad that would make you emotional."

"Something sad?"

"Yeah, anything will do."

"Like the rival team winning the games?!"

"Try to think of something related to the dead."

"Like his haircut or something?"

"That doesn't insult him as well!" Lucy pinched the bridge of her nose as the audience laughed out loud. "Why would his haircut even make you sad?!"

"Maybe it's so pathetic I can't help but feel sorry for him?"

"You know? I think it's clear that it'll be easier for you to think of something if we do the skit, so let's do that, alright?"

"Fine, geez..."

Take 2...

Everything went the same as before, at least until Lynn went to say some words about the dead. This time, she got on her knees and cried.

"Why..."

Then, she lifted her arms and cried to the heavens:

"Why did you die before paying me the ten bucks you owed me?!"

"Wait!" Lucy exclaimed.

And as the audience laughed and the stage turned back to normal, Lynn continued to cry and wip off her tears as Lucy scolded her, "Okay, what the heck was that all about?!"

"I just got into thinking, what if the person who died was one of my friends, of who I had a bet that they lost? But they literally died right before they could pay said debt!" Lynn argued, sounding like she was holding back tears again. "Doesn't it just sound like a horrible tragedy?"

"Lynn, are you seriously that much of a materialistic jerk?"

"But Lucy, they promised to pay it back!"

"Ugh, if that's how you're gonna act, Lynn, then you're dead to me."

"Figuratively?"

Then Lucy, holding a skeleton dressed like Lynn, bluntly stated, "Literally."

"Don't just kill me off like that!" Lynn complained.

Then the duo turned to the audience and said in unison:

"Thanks for watching, everyone!"

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The lights turned back on to reveal Lucy and Lynn standing right next to the reporters. "Well, that was certainly a more macabre skit than the last ones," Catherine remarked with a nervous smile. "Tell me, were the dark jokes all planned, or did some sneak in by accident?"

"If I can be honest, some were planned, some weren't," Lynn answered. "The last few were intentional, but the ones done during the training and other stuff were not planned at all. I was completely caught off-guard by them."

"Well, let's see if this little accident was for better or for worse," Carol remarked. "Judges, your scores, please!"

"JUDGING!"

Trumpets blared as the judges got ready to show their scores, which were eventually revealed to be:

Polly: Lynn

Haiku: Lynn

Giggles: Lucy

Tabby: Lynn

Maggie: Life Insurance

"Three points for Lynn, one point for Lucy... And one point for life insurane?" Catherine recapped before turning to Maggie. "Okay, at least this one makes more sense given the context, but still, why vote for that, Judge Maggie?"

"Simply put, I just want to make sure the Louds don't end up dying unnoticed," Maggie answered, narrowing her eyes. "After all, seeing how the majority of them are better clowns than Luan, and much more tolerable as a result, I don't wanna lose some good laughter in this sad world of ours."

"Huh... I can't tell if that's deep or not," Catherine remarked. "But anyway, Judge Haiku, Lucy is your friend but you voted for Lynn, why's that?"

"Well, I talked about it with my fellow judges, and it's like Luan's case: Her type of comedy isn't one that can last long in a competition like this," Haiku explained with a somber tone. "Lynn has an advantage because her comedy bring a lot of slapstick, which is something most people enjoy. Lucy, however, seems to specialize in dark comedy, which some people do like, but not that many."

"I see, that makes a lot of sense," the reporter agreed.

"Well, with most points, that means Lynn Loud is eliminated-" Carol blurted.

"N-No, Carol, it means she goes to the next round, while Lucy will be taken to the loser's corner," Catherine clarified as Lynn left and Lucy went to said corner. "Anyway, that was Olympic Requiem! The next team comes after the break, and remember, stay tuned for more of "The Royal Woods Comedy Grand Prix!"

"See ya!"