The Trial

Day 1- Grouping

As the large crowd of confused Youtubers enlarged, the more questions were raised.
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"Finally! Got this damn thing to work!" a voice impatiently spat through the falty speakers. "Oh! Apologies for the long, tedious wait. Things took an unfortunate turn! However, all of the rules will be told now, so PLEASE listen carefully!"
"GET ON WITH IT!" an enfuriated female voice snapped.
"Geez! Can't I get a break? Anyway! So, before we commence, are there any questions?" the voice eagerly asked. A pale-white hand emerged from the cluster of eager  Youtubers.
"Yes? You...um...please come to the front of the crowd, so I can catch a glimpse at you," the voice nervously asked. Suddenly, the huge crowd split in half, leaving a calm, young man walking through the line left in the middle, as if he were a God.
"Um...EXCUSE ME???!!" the man, with a hint of Irish accent, bellowed into the direction of the speaker.
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"OW!!!! Calm down!! You didn't have to shout!! This speaker is at a VERY sensitive setting! Now, ask away," the voice calmly asked the man.
"OK! So where's the toilet?" the man asked, in a much sweeter voice.
Silence...
"Really? Out of all of the questions, that is what most bothers you? There are toilets implanted ALL over the place. You just need to keep a CLOSE eye, when you need to go... Well, thank you for wasting everyone's time with stupid questions!! Please get into groups and I will call an elevator for each group," the voice coldly instructed.
"Geesh!! Not my fault I am hooman," the man mumbled under his breath.
"Hey Jack!! JACKABOY!!" a deeper, more manlier voice called to Jack.
"Wanna join us??!!" a high-pitched, younger voice added.
When Jack turned around curiously, he saw a very diverse group, warmly grinning at him.
"Markimoo! How are ya?" Jack joyfully asked Mark.
"TOILETS???!!!!! IS THAT ALL??? YOU COULD'VE ASKED WHERE IN THE HELL WE ARE!!!!???" a thin, high-pitched man-boy bellowed furiously at Jack, as his fingers confidently brushed through his puffy, aqua-blue hair.
"Nevermind shouty, blue-boy here," a large, muscular manly-man kidded around immaturely.
"It's ETHAN to you! And I am not a boy! I have the most abundant of chest hair!!" Ethan exclaimed, ripping his shirt open to reveal...no chest hair.
"They might not seem to be the gretest team (Tyler and Ethan), but I still ship them," Mark whispered to Jack.
"Yeah! Totally!" Jack agreed.
"I heard that!!" Ethan and Tyler hissed angrily. Tyler and Ethan exchanged cunning looks.
"If we put Markiplier and Jacksepticeye together," Tyler began.
"We get the most beautiful word, in this galaxy," Ethan finished, with an evil smirk.
"SEPTIP-" they got cut of by another male voice screaming: "NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! LEAVE MY RAZOR ALONE!!!" a tanned man fought with a mechanical arm, trying to retrieve his one and only love.
"Dude, it's just a razor,Matthias," a similar, taller guy told him.
"Hissss!! It's not just a razor!! How am I supposed to shave without it, J-Fred???!!!!" Matthias hysterically screamed at his calmer, younger brother. Finally, the mechanical arm won against Matthias' ridiculously strong grip.
"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"