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E. 8. "The Game of Juniors" (7/8)

The siren spins bright red as the blue team celebrates in front of the net.

Kale stares out at the celebration in distress. "Or not."

"ARUGH!" Brett throws the board's door open and stalks into the bench. "It's the beginning of the last period and they just score off the bat!" He sits next to the defenceman and leans his visor against the shaft of his stick. "I. HATE. THIS."

Meanwhile on the other side, Kailer waltzes to the American bench. "Isn't it lovely to score so quick and squash the hopes of your enemies?" He plops himself on the bench next to Jake and shoots him a delightful grin. "It's lovely to me!"

Jake, on the other hand, is staring out at the Canadian bench with a dejected expression. "Ohhh Brett..."

The small skater swiftly slaps his padded arm. "Don't mind him, it's all about the USA here, Oettinger!"

Jake whirls to him with an elated expression. "I'm happy!" His face immediately drops. "But I'm sad."

Kailer knits his eyebrows at him in perplexity. "You're exhibiting symptoms of a bipolar condition?"

He shakes his head. "I'm not a polar bear! I have canine physiology!" He then lets out a bark: "Ruff!"

Kailer narrows his eyes at him. "You don't get it..."

"Get what?"

Kailer faces the ice. "Nothing."

Jake then resorts back to longingly gazing at his friend. "Oh, Brett..."

On the ice, the play is stopped for a Canadian to be penalized.

Brett gawks at his teammate stepping into the penalty box in shock. "Not again!"

Kale climbs over the boards and sits next to Brett. "Yup, it's happening again."

Carter narrows his eyes at the Americans setting up for the face-off against his team. "If they get another power play goal..."

"...I am going to blow up," Brett finishes off sharply.

Carter whirls to him with knitted eyebrows as the play begins. "Not what I was going for, but I guess that works too."

Kale places his glove on Brett's padded shoulder. "Well, get a shorthanded goal. It's your time to shine."

Brett stands up with determination. "I will get a shorthanded goal." He then slides over the boards and hops onto the ice.

Yet a few moments later, the Americans score.

Brett promptly glides back to the Canadian bench with an irritated expression. "Did I already show my hatred toward this game? Because if I hadn't, I hate it." He roughly climbing over the boards. "I HATE IT." He thrusts his stick against the shelf behind the boards and sits down on the bench with an intense scowl.

Kale gazes at him with pity. "You had your chance."

"Shut it, Claguer."

He shrugs. "Fine, I'm leaving." He then stands up and exits the bench.

Carter reads the scoreboard with horror. "Six to three... We're getting creamed!" He buries his face in his hands.

Brett glares at him from the corner of his eyes. "Nooo...," he resentfully lets out.

From the American bench, Jake is staring out at his bestie's sulking state in pure downheartedness through the glass. "Brett's so sad... I have to comfort him. It's hurting me too..." He glances out at the ice, spotting Kailer determinedly zooming around.