Shipwrecked On Emo Island

◌ Forty Five ◌

The smuggling of the food went easier than they had expected it to be. Mikey and Dallon filled up plates and exited the pub discretely. Anytime somebody asked where they were off to they made an excuse about having a bathroom emergency or how they needed to find some breath mints or some other pathetic reason. Before they knew it, there was a heaping pile of food behind a few palm trees in the woods. It was not visible to anybody on the beach and it took barely two minutes to get there.

Back on the shore, Brendon was released by the doctors. He had received quite a blow to head and was knocked out for a good three minutes. As soon as he was set free, Ryan helped him into the pub. Once they sat down together in a booth for their meal, Ryan explained a plan he came up with to Brendon.

"You realize what could happen, right?" Ryan asked in a hushed voice.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Brendon asked.

"Think about it. The final four in the insult wars are just me, you, and Pete and Patrick."

"Oh you're talking about the Brutal Insult War? Ryan, don't worry ab-"

"No, Brendon, you don't get it yet. Billie Joe already said it's going to be me and Pete and then you and Patrick. Then the winners of those rounds will go against each other for the final round. If I beat Pete and you beat Patrick, we're going head to go head to head in the final round."

"Okay. And?" Brendon said. "What's the point?"

"The point is our relationship has been rocky. I really don't want to have to hurl a bunch of harmful insults at you. Especially after all we've been through these past few days."

"I see. So what do we do?" 

"Well that's why I want to talk with you. Let's just purposely surrender these next rounds. You get out and I'll get out. Then the final two can be Pete and Patrick and we don't have to worry about it. But don't make it obvious. Try for a little bit and then surrender. Billie Joe is so dull it'll go right over his empty head."

"Alright, got it. Let's do this." Brendon said, smirking. "What cold go wrong?"

He had no idea of all the many things that could possibly go wrong.

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Back in the stadium
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"Hello everybody. Welcome back to the Brutal Insult Wars." Rian said in a robotic tone into the microphone, proud of his ability to memorize lines this time.

"When we last left off there was an er... incident and Brendon was hit by a bottle while battling Pete. We are not going to count that round." Alex said.

"Now we are going to have Ryan Ross battle uh... Pet Wentz and Patrick Stump will battle Brendon Urie. The winners of those two rounds will go against each other to determine the winner of the Brutal Insult War!" Zack said.

"We're going to ask Ryan and Pete to join us on stage right now." Jack said. "You may begin in five... three... two... one... now!"

Pete was a little thrown off by Jack skipping the number four but it didn't slow him down.

"Put on your war paint, this is gonna be a tough round!" Pete warned.

"Stop there and let me correct you, you're the one who is going to have a tough round." Ryan said.

"You're just a brick tied to me that's dragging me down!" Pete yelled out, knowing very well that insult had already been used once before.

Ryan started another insult, then stopped. Then he moved out from behind his podium and in front of Pete's. He stood close to him and glared, their foreheads barely touching.