The boys were at school, having now reunited with Riox and wishing not to get involved in any politics again for the next 50 years (except for Morris, but only Roufail really even remotely understood what he was saying).
Morris and Riox were having a blast in class, reminiscing about the good old days.
-''And then I told the bank lady that I was holding a gun, whole time, I was only armed with a Narf hand-gun!'' Morris laughed.
-''And she fell for it?!'' Riox asked.
-''Of course not! I just blamed it all on a minority member nearby when the police arrived and I walked away scott-free!''
They both erupted into hysterical laughter, grabbing their stomachs and hitting each other and what-not.
-''I'm starting to believe Riox shouldn't be in class with us.'' Roufail exclaimed.
-''Since when do you care about lessons? Or did you finally notice how he is visibly older than the rest of us?'' Leo said.
-''Wait, he's older than us!?'' Roufail asked.
-''Did you seriously never notice? He looks about twenty! He literally has scars over his right eye, do you reckon the average teenager would be like that?!''
-''He's actually just one year older than us, guess I forgot to mention that all this time.'' Tempest explained ''And to be fair, he's very much not an 'average teenager'.''
Leo knew that continuing that conversation would only damage his brain cells even more, so he steered off the subject.
-''Either way, why do you care? Matt T. Eacher rarely actually teaches outside of the occasional gym class. The bell rung two hours ago and he's not even here!''
-''If I cared about being taught I wouldn't be in this school, duh. He's just getting in the way of my class conscious morning conference with Morris!''
Leo regretted not changing the subject entirely when he still could.
The brain aneurysm inducing conversations going on in that class were interrupted when a person broke into the class through a wall.
He was tall and was undoubtedly muscular, despite said muscles clearly sagging slightly. He had a shiny bald head and the most obviously fake spray tan in human history, while his face looked like the perfect anti-botox PSA. He was dressed as if he was about to attend a shady high class Hollywood celebrity party, with an all white attire.
-''Uh, should I call CPS?'' Leo exclaimed.
-''I feel like he's a regular for those folks.'' Tempest added before the two of them high-fived each other from under the desk.
-''Good mooorning everybody! I'll skip the introductions because I assume you all know who I am.'' He greeted them with a horrible attempt at an American accent only to be met by a sea of confused stares.
He paused before adding
''Though, of course, for those that were living under a rock, I am the one, the only, the ultra charming, the inexplicably magnificent yet ever so humble, the handsomest driver to ever exist, Vin Petrol!"
Silence ensued.
-"Who?" The entire class asked.
-"Anyway," Vin ignored them "Your magnificent, yet not as magnificent as I, teacher has taken this day off due to an "overdose". Personally I only know of two types of overdose; overdosing on EXTREME FUN, and overdosing on fentanyl. We're gonna be doing the latter."
-"Don't you mean the former?" Leo objected.
-"Sure, if you find a talent show fun enough to not be pushed to hard drugs. Oh right, you guys will be doing a talent show or something. Prepare your acts and showcase them to yours truly and some other judges who aren't as famous as me - but let's be honest, who isn't less famous than me?"
-"Dwayne Johnson." Morris said.
-"You're banned from participation."
-"Good." Morris then whistled for R.Dash to pick him up and flew out the window on her back. Before then coming back in to break through the wall and leave.
-"So, what are we gonna do for the talent show?" Leo asked.
The rest of them looked around in awkward silence.
-"Well," Riox began "How about we-"
-"No." Leo stopped him dead in his tracks.
-"But-"
-"No."
-"Oh! I have an idea!" Roufail said.
-"I have one too." Tempest added.
-"Let's say it at the same time so it'll be really cool if we have the same thing."
-"HELL YEAH!"
They counted
3
2
1
-"I SHOW OFF MY FLEXIBILITY!" Roufail yelled.
-"I MAKE METH FOR VIN PETROL!" Tempest yelled.
The suggestions were slightly different, so they decided to split into two groups and compete for who will win over the judges' hearts. Leo teamed up with Roufail for somewhat obvious reasons, Riox's team up with Tempest shouldn't even require addressing.
-"Okay, so, what can you do?" Leo asked.
-"Well, it's risky. I cannot show it off now without the big chance that the whole act will be ruined."
-"How the hell is that possible? Just how stretchy are you? Who are you, Mister Amazing?" Leo said, referring to the Amazing 5 leader Reid Reechards and his infamous, perhaps even, Amazing stretching powers.
-"Well, my stretching capabilities are quite tremendous."
MEANWHILE
Riox and Tempest were in a New Mexican desert, being eyed down by a bald man with a goatee and his skinny sidekick.
-"Say my name." Said Riox.
-"Wait, that's my line!" The bald man objected.
-"He's right, you know." Tempest added.
-"Wait, that's my line!" Said Morgan Freeman.
-"Bitch." Said the skinny man.
Riox and Tempest were fired from what would've been their cinematic debut, but since they were near Hollywood, they still managed to borrow a nearby junkie's meth recipe and equipment, consensually and non-violently. Hah, who am I kidding, Riox stabbed the SHIT out of that dude.
-"You know, sometimes I wonder, why are we hanging out with you-" Tempest started but was interrupted by Riox
-"I assume it's because of my fun, unique and charming character."
-"I was gonna say that I'm reminded of the reason whenever you do things like these, but if it keeps us in your good books, then sure, let's go with that."
The time of the contest came, unlike every student other than our two teams.
The judges consisted of Vin Petrol, Queen Elizabeth II, and most importantly, Craig.
-"Wasn't I supposed to be dead?" Lizzie pondered.
-"I POWERED YOUR BODY BACK TO HEALTH WITH MY WIZARD POWEEEERS!" Vin yelled at her face.
-"What terrible substances could you be on, young man?"
-"MY FENT DEALER WAS ARRESTED ON MOLESTATION AND TRAFFICKING CHARGES SO I HAD TO TAKE COCAINE INSTEAD! HIS NAME WAS JEFFREY… EPSTEEEIIIIIIIN‼️‼️‼️‼️ BUT I WASN'T WITH HIM FOR THE KID DIDDLING THO!"
-"Yeah." Craig agreed
Roufail and Leo were up first, and so, it was time for Roufail to showcase his peculiar stretchiness.
And so, they both went up on the stage, ignored Vin's screams, and Leo stood by as Roufail rotated his whole right hand 360°.
-"That's it?" Leo asked.
-"Wait."
Roufail's arm continued rotating, picking up speed with each full rotation until he eventually lifted off in the air like a helicopter. He continued to fly until he drilled through the roof, went outside, went back inside for a quick detour through the previous classrooms walls, and landed back down with his hand back to normal.
-"Wow, I have to say, that was quite fa- eugh!" Queen Liz died before she could finish her sentence, raising up a sign that read 10 as she fell back down to the underworld.
-"THAT… THAT… THAT… THAT WAS pretty good I suppose, I can probably do better though." Not even crack cocaine could make Vin compliment another person without making it about himself.
-"Yeah." Craig agreed.
-"So do we interpret those as 10's as well?" Leo asked.
-"Eh, more like a 6 or so."
-"Yeah." Craig agreed, raising a banner that read the immediate next number.
-"Good enough. I guess." Roufail conceded.
Next up were Tempest and Riox.
-"TEN!" Vin Diesel yelled.
-"But we haven't even-"
-"TWENTY!" He insisted.
-"Yeah." Craig agreed.
And so, the talent show came to an end with Tempest and Riox taking in 40 points, which was 7 more than the others'.