"Hello?" Said a tall, handsome white human person with black hair, who was sitting on his red personal sofa in a secluded area somewhere in Canada, sipping some coffee.
"Yes, is this Chris McLean?" Taj stated on the other line.
The man smiled, nodding his head as he confirmed that was indeed Chris McLean. "The one and only."
"Are you doing anything right now?" Taj asked, a brief moment of silence following.
Chris murmured as he rubbed his chin with his right hand. "No... why would you ask?"
"...We need a temporary host." Taj remarked bluntly. "Immediately."
A spark suddenly appeared in Chris's eyes, followed by a devious smirk. "Oh, do you?"
Taj continued with a sigh of desperation in his tone of voice. "Yes, and we kind of need one right now, because the race is starting and-"
"I'll be right there." Chris confirmed as he chuckled, rubbing his hands together. "Ohohoho... this is going to pay off so well... Chef!"
A tall black guy, who was also human, sighed as he popped up behind Chris. "Yeah, Chris, what is it?"
"Stop being redundant and get our plane!" Chris stated as he turned to Chef, snapping his fingers. "We're finally doing something other than Total Drama Island!"
Chef rolled his eyes as he shook his head, folding his arms together. "Oh, this won't end well."
"What does this have to do with racing?" Yoshi complained while driving around.
"You were expecting a race in this chapter?" Dr. Hoshi scoffed as he was trying his best to not lose control of his steering while laughing.
"Well yeah, I mean it's suppose to be about me drifting about in a fucking car," Yoshi spat.
"You expect way too much, man." Dr. Hoshi laughed as he sped ahead.