Mr.Write: Hey......... so We lost ........ the Babermirza Cup.

Wyatt: Tecnicly we got third

Mr.Write: I know we got Third but only three pepole subit there stuff if any of the other three had subitted anything we would have gotten lower than third.

Wyatt:....... that's....not true.

Mr.Write: yes it is and you know it.......

Peter: man he is really depressed.

Wyatt: uh-huh!

Mr.Write: I guess I should say congradution to for winning Secound And to for winning first........ huuuuh! now i'm going to jump off this cliff.

Wyatt: ????? were did the clif come from

Peter: no idea....... Wait!

Mr.Write: what?

(Peter then pushes Wyatt)

Wyatt: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA(man thats a tall cliff)AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!! 'boom'

Mr.Write: ????????.................


Wyatt:........................................ I'm okay! OOOOOOWWW!

Peter: Feeling better?

Mr.Write: compared to him right now yeah!

Peter: Good.

Mr.Write: Why did you throw him off the cliff

Peter: Because I thought If you saw some one else in pain itweoul help!

Mr.Write: OOOOOkay whatever?

Peter: plus I've been wanting to do that for along time.

Mr.Write: I see. So anyways I feel..... kind... of....better but I am a little depressed but there's always next time until then bye. now.. how do i get Wyatt?

Wyatt: OOOOWWWW!!