“Now, now you guys don’t have to quarrel,” said a chill manly voice walking towards us.
“What the-? Who said that?” Shawn asked.
“I did,” replied the man who appeared out of the darkest shadows. He was on a stage. He had a green shirt, a necklace with a brown gemstone on the middle, rings on both hands, tattoos on both sides of his arms, earrings like a rockstar boy, a black wristband, black shoes, grayish blue jeans with a hole on the right pant leg, and black crazy hair and a black goatee.
“Who the hell are you?!” Duncan growled.
“My name is Trent Lane. Calle me Lane in order to not make you guys confused,,” The chill boy explains.
“So are you also stuck in this situation as well?” Devin asked.
“No,”
“Then why the frick are we here anyways?” Scott asked.
“I’ve sent you all because.... because,” Lane explained..
“That doesn’t make any sense,” Trent replied.
“You know, not everyone has to know why, I can keep you all oblivious forever,” Lane chuckles.
“Well, why are we still here anyways?” Shawn asked, “Also how do you know the other Tre-,”
“For, a filling game,” Lane interrupted, “You all have to compete in my filling challenges eliminating your fellow rivals one by one until they compete against me for a final weight gain challenge. Winners get to lose all of their weight (for now). Losers have to weight gain forever!”
“Like die in hell is what I’d do instead of this bs,” Duncan screamed.
“Then maybe you should see what happens to quitters like him,” Trent explains while pressing a button from a never before seen remote.
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