Cameron

Competition (7)

I don't really have anything to add on to this, so let's begin: 

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As Cameron muddled his way through the grammar packet, he was trying to think of the perfect game for his duel. The packet was difficult, but not as hard as he thought it would be. The only part that he found difficult was the words that he had never seen before. He didn't even think that "Mammothrept" and "Sangfroid" were in English.

By the time that he had finished the ungodly packet, Moriarty had seemingly been done for half an hour.

"You finally done yet, Cameron?" Moriarty asked, as snarky as usual.

"You ready to lose Moriarty?" Cameron asked her, hoping to intimidate her.

"Cameron, name one time I've lost to you," Moriarty replied, unfazed

"That's not the point," Cameron stated as he pointed his finger at her, hoping to scare her into submission.

After the exchange of a few more retorts, Cameron finally told her the name of the game.

"Bathtub Brawl," Cameron said, in the same tone that his first-grade teachers used to tell him that he had to go to detention.

"And what is that?" Moriarty asked, as confused as ever.

"It is a game-"

"Obviously"

"IT IS A GAME in which two opponents take turns firing various balls at one other while on top of a bar of soap."

"Oh. My. God." Moriarty said, visibly shocked, "It sounds like it was made by and for 3-year-olds."

"I mean, you said that I could pick any game I wanted, so I did."

"Well, yeah, but I didn't think that you would pick a game like that. I thought you would've picked Snake, splix.io, or literally anything else."

"It is no use trying to get me to change my mind, I have made up my mind."

"Fine. Let's get on with it, shall we?"

"I'm ready when you are."

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Hah, you just got cliffhanger-ed