Bullet 3 - [Action/Video]

[ombrasolare]

[If you happen to glance at your seal or be wandering through the grounds of the Carter Estate, you may see something quite strange.

You will see the great movie director and game show host, George Rebocas, in the cleared center of what would appear to be the beginnings of a hedge-maze, the young bushes and plants barely knee-high at this point in

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Perhaps now would be a good time to check in with our viewers at home!

[And...somehow Squalo's image is patched through to the main screen]

And here we have Squalo Superbi, connecting with us via his seal! Do you have anything you'd like to say to our contestant today, Squalo?

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[Slow. Clap] What an enthusiastic viewer we have here, ladies and gentlemen! There are some upcoming events that should be to your liking, Mr. Superbi. Make sure you stay connected!

[w_oapplause]

[Some of this looks like a great deal of fun. He'd scavenge for plushies, no problem! But some of it just makes him go,]

Oh no! Tsuna!

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[HOMES IN ON] Why, Tinkerbell! Would you like to provide our contestant with some encouragement? Can we get some opinions on what you think of his progress?

[w_oapplause]

[Tink gives him an uncertain look.]

I think it looks really hard, I wouldn't be able to do it.

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Do you think he'll be able to go all the way?

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[Following a candy trail out to the maze.]

Gyahaha, only an idiot would drop such awesome candies!

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[And only a moron would follow the trail of unknown candies; Reborn's been wondering when he'd show up to be incorporated into the game. Rescue-the-screaming-Lambo scenario? Whack-a-Mole, possibly?

Wow, and after all that, Reborn seems pretty occupied with other things.

tl;dr /ignores!]

[milkytolerance]

[Following, following, totally ignoring the fact that he's climbing up the stairs to the top of a shark tank.

There are candies and he only has eyes for them.]

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[[Why hello there little boy, would you like to follow me to my unmarked van, where I have more candy and puppies and rainbow unicorns-]]

[Reborn presses another button on his magical button bad, and a mechanized claw reaches down to pick up Lambo and put him in a cage suspended over the shark tank. In the interests of keeping him quiet, there is already candy in the cage.

Let's see how long it takes for Tsuna to notice...]

Eat Those Pink Cupcakes

[w_oapplause]

[He's not really sure he wants to press one of those buttons... but it really doesn't take Reborn George very much effort at all to convince him to do it.

Something large and glittering is being lowered in by crane.]
Your task, if you choose to accept it, is to see the vanquishment of all these heinous miscreants what have lain waste to swimsuit seasons across the multiverse, time and time again. The hour of your victory is near, padawan. Cominciare!

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These cupcakes were handcrafted by some considerate volunteers! [who had no idea why they were doing it] Make sure you show the proper appreciation, Tsuna!

[reluctant10th]

H-How am I suppose to eat this all?!

[well, at least Tinkerbell's advice from earlier made sense now]

[w_oapplause]

[Tink waves meekly from the stands :C]

You can totally do it, Tsuna!

[Scrape off the frosting, bro!]

[action] what belated.

[bindingoaths]

[really he's not so much the hands on participant type.

But he's watching this show in live action, for sure. And judging the results of his tutoring.]

[Action] No such thing!

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[Sorry Alaude, you can't just be a wallflower around George Rebocas. How did he find you? How did the cameras find you? The world will never know]

Ladies and Gentlemen, we are fortunate to have a native speaker of Italian in our audience today! What do you think of Tsuna's performance so far today, sir? Has he made any improvement since the last time you saw him?

[bindingoaths]

[no one tells Alaude he can't be a wallflower. Mister George Rebocas is getting a severely affronted look.]

He's off-key. [and don't even get him started on the Italian, seriously.]

I'm not your commentator.

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[Watch that look just roll off him like water and ducks or whatever that saying is]

Isn't he just? It is quite appalling what he can do to such a beautiful language with his tin ear. Do you think he'll be able to make it to the end of the game without serious injury?

[Blithely ignores]