Chapter Thirty-two

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" How on earth are they gonna fall for that, come on! " Sink exclaimed, tightening his grip of the steering wheel. 

" Geez, someone woke up on the wrong side today, it was just an idea. " 

" Well, I'm sorry. But it won't work. Rhett is taller than you and you can barely fit that box. "

" True, true. But what were you thinking of? "

" Tricking them into it being a part of the show. It's easy, it's a pretty wacky show. " 

" I never thought of that, that's why you're the mastermind out of the two of us. " Brett smirked as they pulled up in front of the hotel. 

Rhett and Link saw the car pulling up outside through the glass doors. Rhett was wearing a yellow and black t-shirt with "I hate T-shirts" printed on it, black skinny jeans and blue sneakers. Link had a colorful flannel shirt, regular skinny jeans and white sneakers. They swooped into the backseat.

" Hey guys! " Rhett smiled as he sat down.

" Ready for shoot day? "

" Absolutely. " Link chuckled.

It didn't take long until they arrived at the studio, the whole time Sink had this smile on his face. A smile that can't explained. They walked in and both Brett and Sink smirked and looked at Rhett and Link over their shoulders. At first Rhett and Link didn't care, as they walked deeper into the building it made them more and more uncomfortable. They seemed to be whispering about something, something that couldn't be understood. 

" Here we are guys. " Brett said and walked up to Rhett, looking into his eyes. 

" Now it's time to change the story. " Sink said, placing both of his hands on Link's shoulders. 

" And you have nothing to say about it. " They said in unison... 

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