Alex- God this arena looks even bigger on the inside! But why the hell are there so many people here? I thought you said the other teams always mopped the floor with them?
Wednesday- I did. And they do. Which is exactly why theres so many people here.
Alex-
Wednesday- Look, it's simple. If someone hates something this much they'd never want to spend time with that which they hate, unless of course, something bad happens to happen to what they hate right?
Alex- Uhhh... right...
Wednesday- And seeing as how everyone hates this team, and this team is always being so pathetically beaten, they wish to come here to witness this defeat to make themselves feel good. Get it?
Alex- Uh sure... You're the psychologist I guess... Alright so where do we start looking for La Machine? He should be in one of these doors somewhere right?
Alex and Wednesday push through the halls of the building looking at their map of the arena trying to distinguish where the teams owner might just be.
Wednesday- Look I'm telling you it's a waste of time looking for him. We should just go in and enjoy the game for now. Let him come to us.
Alex- Come to us? What does that mean?
Wednesday- You mean I didn't tell you? He takes part in the halftime show. And what a show it is. Speaking of which I should probably buy my stuff for the show now.
Wednesday hops into a large line.
Alex- What stuff?
Wednesday- Oh, you'll see.... Heh.
Alex- Geez, whatever it is it looks like everyone must want some.
Wednesday- Yeah well I toldja it's quite a show.
Wednesday buys a small sack stuffed with goodies apparently worth the full price of twenty dollars. Alex stares at the sack all the way to their seats trying to fathom what could be inside and how it could possibly be connected to the halftime show.
