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“So, let’s just have another contest. This time, no dead guys allowed. Invite the best and most worthy in all of Westeros.” Lolo had to agree with Reg. It seemed like the most sensible way to handle things.

“No, no, look, we can’t just ‘have a contest’. We need a good flavor. Some sort of framing device. That’s the key.” Suprak sat back in his seat, clearly deep in thought now. “But what to do? I’ve already done everything, you know. I did it normally. I did it musically. That’s…I’m no expert but I think that’s all the ways.”

“You know, we could just try it with no flavor,” Reg suggested. “I don’t think many people read that anyway.”

“What?” Suprak sat straight up in his seat. “We can’t just have no flavor! Everyone loves the flavor! It’s the best part!”

Lolo was truly worried now. If Suprak genuinely believed that, he was truly delusional. “I don’t think anyone thinks that’s the best part.”

“They do too! Everyone says so. They say, ‘Suprak, please stop taking so long to do the flips. Some of us have to go to bed.’ And I say, ‘I know what you want. More flavor.’”

Lolo and Reg began trying to talk Suprak out of some sort of elaborate flavor, but it was clearly too late. Their protests feel on deaf ears and Suprak only sat deep in his seat, contemplating how to proceed. Finally, after five minutes or so, he clapped his hands together and laughed.

“I know what we can do! We’ll do a reality show! Everyone loves reality shows!”

Reg shook his head. “No one loves reality shows. Also, reality shows aren’t even a concept yet. We don’t have television.”

Lolo agreed. “This is very anachronistic.”

“You’re anachronistic, man! You don’t see me saying anything about it. I wasn’t even going to say anything, but people have been talking. I don’t agree with them, honestly. I just thought you should know.”

“I don’t think he knows what that word means,” Reg muttered to Lolo. Lolo nodded.

“I do too know what it means!” Suprak looked back and forth between the two of them.

“Define it for us, then.”

“Use it in a sentence.”

“Uh. Look, I don’t have time for this now. Don’t worry about it. You’re being anachronistic, so just fix that and we won’t have a problem,” Suprak returned to his desk and began shuffling through some papers.

“He doesn’t know what it means,” Reg muttered again.

Lolo looked distraught. Why did he sign up for this? The last game he cohosted wasn’t nearly this dumb. He began checking around the room for a window to escape out of. He knew they were at the very top of the highest tower of the Red Keep. He just didn’t care any more.

Before Lolo could find a means to escape, Suprak returned a slammed a list down on the table in front of the two of them. He looked quite proud of himself, but Lolo couldn’t quite figure out why.

“A list.”

A quick glance at the paper proved Reg was right. It was indeed a list.

“This is not a list,” Suprak said shaking his head.

It was definitely a list.

“It is too. There are numbers and names next to it.”

Lolo had to agree. “Yeah, that’s a list.”
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