Finally Alex and Wednesday make their way to their seats somewhere near the top rows just in time for the start of the game. Surprisingly to Alex the view isn't all that bad. He watches in shock as the other team literally does mop the floor with the Nets while still scoring. During one point a player falls to the ground in the fetal position and starts crying. Taking some but not much pity on the team the ref decides to call an early half time.
Alex- Finally. I'm getting a soda.
Wednesday- Uh uh. You won't wanna miss this.
Suddenly the loudspeaker overhead crackles to life and the announcers voice booms throughout the stadium.
Attention ladies and gentlemen, it's that time of the show, the moment you've all been waiting for, so get your ammo ready...
IT'S LA MACHINE!!!
Alex- Huh?!? Ammo? Wednesday what does that-
Alex turns his head to Wednesday but he's not there. Bent over reaching under his seat, Wednesday pulls out his bag. Looking around he can see all the others doing the same.
Back on the court all eyes focus on a man rising from his chair and heading to the middle of the floor.
Alex- Wednesday, what going on?
Announcer- Get ready...
Alex- Wednesday...
Announcer- ...Aim...
Wednsday pulls a orange from his bag and launches his hand back.
Alex- Wednesday?
Announcer- ...FIRE!
Wednesday arm fires forward as the orange shoots from his hand flying straight down the aisles.
The fruit of a thousand screaming fans slams into La Machine all at once.
Alex- Wednesday!
Wednesday- HA HA! Did you see that? I nailed him right in the face.
Alex- What the hell are you doing?!?
Alex grabs the bag from Wednesday and tosses it aside.
Wednesday- Relax kid. It's just the halftime show.
Alex- You mean this is part of the show?
Wednesday, while grabbing for more fruit- This is the entire show!
Alex- Wednesday stop he's your teammate.
Wednesday- That still fails to be seen. C'mon it's like a tradition or something now. Hehehe... he just slipped on a tomato. Oh this is killing me.
Alex- C'mon! We don't have time for this.
Alex knocks the bag and a few vegitables to the ground.
Out of the corner of his eye Alex sees some movement from one of the private boxes.
Wednesday- Hey those weren't cheap y'know.
He scrambles to pick them back up and duplicates himself a few times to throw the last few bits of fruits and veggies.
Turning back to Alex, Wednesday sees the distracted look crossing over his face. He follows Alexs gaze.
Alex- Wednesday, whats that dark room over there?
Wednesday- That? That's the owners box. No one but the owner goes up there anymore.
Alex- Really? How'd you know that?
Wednesday- A friend of mine, D, used to work here as a custodian, right? Tells me that the entire room is off limits to everyone but him.
Alex- But the owners on the floor getting pelted with half the food pyramid.
Wednesday- Yeah so the rooms empty. So what?
Alex- So it's not empty. Look!
Wednesday- What? Well, who else would go in the owners box but- But the owners down on the cour-
Wednesdays eyes grow wide as he and Alex both shout aloud
IT'S A FAKE!
