Day 14

Narrator: Lying on the ground on his stomach, Ace throws a card and hits the bullseyes a few yards away. Next to him, Brit, also on his stomach, throws a Britannerang and misses his target completely. The Britannerang turns around in mid-flight, though, and almost smacks Chant in the head as he walks by.

Ace [taking a break to pat his aching stomach]: I can't believe I ate the whole thing.

Brit: That's what you get for eating so much pizza... and doughnuts... and ice cream.

Ace: But I love ice cream [sad] .

Chant [breaking from his rounds]: Less talk, more accuracy. Brit, the target is over there! The target is NOT MY HEAD!

Brit: Sorry, Chant, sir-- Sir Chant.

Ace: :lol:

With a huff, Chant walks away, furiously scribbling more notes in his notepad.

Ace: Whose bright idea was it to put Chant in charge of training, anyway?

Brit: It was (young)'s. He figured Chant knows our weaknesses and strengths better than anyone.

Ace: Well, I say we kick 'im!

Brit: Smashing idea, Ace. Where is (young) anyway?

Ace: Meditating outside. He hasn't moved a muscle since yesterday.

Brit: Isn't it a raging inferno out there?

Ace: Only during the day. At night it's sub-zero.

Chant: I said, "Less talk--"

Brit: Sorry, old chap. Won't happen again.

Chant [scribbling furiously]: Dang right, it won't!

Chant begins walking away, but a blunt object to the head nearly knocks him off his feet. Chant bends down, picks up the Britannerang, and furiously waves it in the air.

Chant: Okay, who threw this - ?

Brit: I think it was Ace, sir [um.... uh huh! ... ] .