Tonight We Introduce......

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Clary's POV.

"Yo Clary my peep, truth or dare?" Ummm. Unicorn.

"Truth, homie." Gangsta suits me. Hahahahaha *internal laughing*

"Tell me do you know of a strange man named Graham Norton?"

"Uhh, no..." Please don't be related to sport. I hate sport.

"Well have fun interviewing him, follow me." Drugs kids I do not recommend, I'm tripping my shit. Following Will only to be wishing I hadn't, there tied up to a seat wearing a hideous suit is who I'm going to assume is Graham Norton. Poor bearded man. Will rips off the masking tape. Glancing at the tape I can see clumps of his beard stuck to it and looking at his face I can see a few bald spots. "Your lucky my beard is insured you bastard or I would be getting all up in your face." Graham sure talks a lot. But what makes it worse is he has a british accent. Poor bearded british man. Damn his life has got to suck. Will puts his hand over Grahams mouth and leans forward whispering. "You talk to much not only in real life but also on that damn show of yours." Grumbling and rolling his eyes Graham glares at Will until he removes his hand.

"If you hadn't noticed my show is a talk show the whole point of the show is talking." Damn this guy puts up a good argument.

Will signals to me to start doing something but I don't know what so I just stand there staring at him blankly. "Clary hurry up and interview him already." Oh right that's what I'm suppose to be doing. "Well Graham do you have any pets?"

Graham stares at me blankly then says. "No comment." Damn this bastards going to be hard to crack.

"Ok then how about what's your middle name?" He stares at me again and again gives me the  same reply. "No comment." Huh a tough nut.

*3 hours later*

"Give me something to work with here Graham. Now tell me batman or spiderman?"

"I'm............. no comment." Damn it I slam my fist on the table. I guess it's not all it's cracked up to be. Walking back into the institute's library in defeat I take my seat beside Jace who pats me on the back and tells me "You'll get him next time."

A/N: Sorry it's short I'm really lacking inspiration at the moment. Peace out.

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