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The pit stop is apart of leg 5, if you do not do it you will be elimanted.

Noooo! Please do not call him! He is bad! Call her, please call her! Not him!

(In other words, I am female. )

*ring* "Hello this is twiz"

Good mornining how are you doing today?

"Not to good I was right in the middle of eating my twizzlers when a commercial came on and now I can't find my remote."

"Oh, I think I can help you out mine dissapears ALL the time did you check the odvious places like on the coffee table, under magazines ect.

"Yes that was the first place I tried looking"

"Check under the seat coushins sometimes couches like to eat them up

twizz desperatly checks under the coushin "Not their"

"Did you check your cell phone"

*looks at phone* notices it's on speaker then lookes in hand* Oh this is not my cell phone it is my remote. Thanks so much for helping me find it."
Changes chanel just in time to finish watching her favorite show. American Idle. Good she didn't miss Clay

-Hello, this is o_0. That's oh-underscore-zero. jabond told me that Twizzler0171 lost his remote.
-This is Twizzler speaking, although it's a SHE.
-:o Whatever. Hey, Twizzler! Do you need help finding your remote?
-No, I don't, but if this phone call will stop you from being eliminated, find it for me.
-Okay, where have you checked?
-I checked in my remote control holder. And that's it.
-Lazy bum. I mean, now, check under the television.
-But it's 65 inches diagonally and weighs 1503 pounds!!!
-Too bad, do you want to find your remote or not?
(A sigh is heard, followed by five minutes of grunting, followed by a loud crack, immediately preceding a large crash.)
-It's not there, and I think my back is--
-Do you want to sit here and complain all day or do you want to find your remote? Now! Check in the sink. It's in the kitchen. You may have dropped it in there when you were making poison apples.
-But I never bring anything with me when I make them!
-Too bad. And while you're at it, check the oven, but don't fall in like your cousin Grunhilda. Darn those Hans and Gretchen.
-OW! The oven was on! I burned myself!
-Quit complaining! Stupid women. Now go to the Forum Room. Someone may have stolen it.
-Okay, I'm there. What now?
-Which forums did you visit today?
-Um... all of them?
-Now go search them all, maybe you dropped it. Or someone may have stolen it!
-So I just interrogate everyone?
-Yes, and if they don't comply with your requests, just chop their heads off with a long sword.
-Okay. Oh, here's a guest! I think he's suspiscious! I'll ask him.
(A muffled conversation is heard, and then a loud male--excuse me, FEmale (:P) voice is heard screaming.)
-YOU WERE WHAT? HOW DARE YOU!
(A sound of a blade moving across a sheath is heard, and what sounds like a rock falls to the ground.)
-Did he have it, Twizzler?
-No, he was just trying to steal the Mystery Pic answer.
-Oh, okay. Now check No Nutritional Value.
-Okay, I'm there. Wait, what's that?
(A loud laugh is heard, followed by some dialogue.)
-Scott?
-Yes, Twizzy?
-Why do you have my remote?
-For total world domeenation! Well, not really.
-Then why?
-I found out that it was a magic werewolf remote! You could change the channel each night and be immune from all death! It's the perfect weapon! With it, I will never lose again!!!
-Not if I have anything to do with it!
(Suddenly, times seems to run slowly.)
-N-O-O-O-O-O-O-O!!!
(Another swipe is heard, and a head falls to the ground.)
-Bwahahahahaha! Twizzler owns WW again!!!
-I take it you found the remote?
-Yes, I did! I poisoned Scott from using any of his abilities, so I could kill him! Now to go back to watching CMT!
-I didn't know you liked country music...
-I don't. It's Clay Music Television.
-Oh, have a good ti--
(A splash is heard, followed by a scream.)
-EEK!!! WIND! HOW DARE YOU LEAVE YOUR JUG OF PAPAYA JUICE HERE WHERE INNOCENT LITTLE REMOTES COULD FALL INTO! OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!

I'll definitely rate this time.

*continues trying to be entertained*

*phone rings*
Twiz: Hello?
Me: ...
Twiz: Hello?
Me: I know what you did last winter...
Twiz: Well everyone did. I was on MTV interviewing Clay Aiken. What's your point?
Me: No...I know what other thing you did...
Twiz: Oh my God! I'm sorry! Okay, I confess, I pushed that old lady out of my way because she was taking too long to cross the street. And how was I supposed to know she had a heart condition and any suprise would kill her? I know I should've told the police but I was too scared!
Me: Uh...No...I was talking about your lost remote control from last winter.
Twiz: Oh, *nervous laugh*
Me: But I'm here to help you! I'll help you find your remote!
Twiz: Really?! THANK YOU SO MUCH!
Me: Okay...Check under your bed.
*Twiz checks*
Me: Find it?
Twiz: No but I found my lost barbi--I mean lost PUNK GOTH collection of CD's.
Me: Uh...Riiight.
Twiz: Well, where else can I look?
Me: Look under...your fridge!
Twiz: Now why would my remote be under there?
*shrugs*
Twiz: Okay...*checks* It's not there!
Me: Well it was a lucky guess...
Twiz: How was it lucky when you weren't right?
Me: Quiet ape.
Twiz: -_-'
Me: Okay, look in your hair...
Twiz: Ammer, I think I would know if a remote was in my...Hey! It is in my hair! Wow, and I always thought that was my imagination bursting out!
Me: Because we all know that's possible.
Twiz: Well thank you so much Ammer!
Me: You're welcome!
Twiz: Bye-bye!
Me: Bye!

5 must do this task, the worst two will be elimanted as rated by judges. Not doing by deadline is automatic elimantion. If 3 people fail to complete the task it will be final three for the last leg. But if all do there will be two remaining legs, I have just posted a due date.

*ring ring*

xjox - Oh shoot where did I put the phone..

*ring ring*

xjox - I'm coming, I'm coming. Hang on...

*ring ring*

xjox - Aha! There it is... *mumbles* bloomin cat....

Hello?

Twiz - OMG!!1111!!!!! What do I do? The documentary on the Royal Family is just starting and I've lost my remote...

xjox - Um, well where did you last see it?

Twiz - Well, if I knew that smarty pants then I'd know where it is wouldn't I?!

xjox - Sooooorry... sheesh I'm just trying to help here. Ok have you checked under the settee?

Twiz - I'm not completely stupid ya know...

xjox - *mumbles*

Twiz - What did you say???

xjox - Um, I said... um... did you check under the cushions?

Twiz - Ooh no, lemme see...

*rummaging can be heard*

Twiz - Wow! Cool!

xjox - Did you find it?

Twiz - No, but I did find half an apple from last tuesday.

*sounds of crunching*

xjox - Twiz, tell me you aren't eating that apple...

Twiz - naw *crunch* I'm not.. honest *crunch*

xjox - Euw. *pause* Anyway, have you checked in your bag? *giggles* Remember last week when you thought the remote was your mobile phone?

Twiz - You are just never going to let me forget that are you?

*twiz rumages around in her bag*

Twiz - Nope, it's not there. Oh help me Jo, I really want to watch this program...

*ding*

xjox - What was that sound?

Twiz - Oh that's the oven timer, my apple pie must be cooked. Hang on while I take it out of the oven.

*5 minutes later*

Twiz - Sorry it smelt so good I had to cut myself a slice.

xjox - What is it with you and apples? Look you do know you can just change the channel on the tv without the remote right?

Twiz - Yeah but it's just not the same... I like muting it when the Prince of Wales comes on and making my own voice for him.

mmm this apple pie is delicious, one of my best I think.

oooh hang on....

teehee you'll never guess what I just found!

xjox - You didn't?

Twiz - hehe I remember now, I had the remote in my hand when I was mashing the apples... It must have fell in.

xjox - You are terrible do you know that?!

Twiz - Oooh it still works! Now are you going to come downstairs and watch this program with me?

xjox - Yeah I'll be down in just a sec, cut me a piece of apple will you!

NEW BONUS POINT! The rating system will work on number ratings, remarks.

You can get 1 bonus point if you complete before March 13.

"Hey. Can I talk to Twizzler? I heard the remote's M.I.A."
"It's Twizzler. Who's this? And yes, the remote is missing. You know that because of Jabond, don't you? I've had to purposefully lose that remote a number of times already." Silence holds for a second. "Uh. Hello?"
"Sorry. Still here. Just trying to digest everything you asked."
"First thing I asked was, 'Who's this?'"
"Shavynel."
"Uh..."
"S-H-A-V-Y-N-E-L."
"...Right."
"The person with an owl wing for an avatar."
"Can't say I remember."
"A blue stripey-ish avatar."
"Got'cha! The one with a blue stripey-ish avatar who joined my role play but hasn't posted in days."
"Yah, that'd be me."
"Bad you. But anyways. Second question. Ah, never mind. Nothing after the first question really matters."
"...Sure. Why can't you just press the little buttons on the TV set anyways?"
"There aren't any."
"What kind of dysfunctional television is that? Didn't you check that all the pieces were there before buying it?"
"Well, it was fine when it was bought. But now it's kind of broken. There's a lot of randomly colored red and black wires sticking out of it. But other than that and the crack through the screen, it's fine."
"Ever heard of something called a new TV?"
"Yah. But 1) I don't have any money to buy something like that, 2) I don't have any space and 3) it still functions...somewhat."
"Huh. How about buying one of those watches that can act like a remote."
"Can't. For the same reason as not being able to buy a new TV."
"So. Any idea where this remote might be?"
"Yah, actually. But I'm supposed to reply 'no' to that question."
"Want to cut this conversation short in order to save me money and tell me where it is?"
"S--I mean, no."
"Have you checked under the TV?"
"Done that. Don't ask me to do it again. And no, it's not there. I learned from experience not to put it there."
"The sofa."
"Checked and no."
"The sink."
"You're being real original."
"The drawers."
"Getting closer."
"The stove."
"What's the stove have to do with drawers?"
"Nothing. The microwave?"
"No. But talking about that. Hold a second." A clatter sounds--probably the phone being dropped--and soon the sound of someone screaming 'It BURNS!' follows. "Back."
"Do I want to know what happened?"
"I tried to microwave some popcorn. But it burned."
"...I want some popcorn."
"After you find the remote and if you'll be kind enough to return the remote here."
"What do you mean 'return'?"
"Oh whoops. Dead give away. No more hints out of me."
"In the garden?"
"Nah."
"Mailbox?"
"Nope."
"Closet."
"Not mine."
"But in a closet."
"Something like that."
"Hmm. Return to you. In a closet but not yours."
"I never said that."
"Yes you did. Or something to that extent."
"Is it in mine?"
"I don't even know where you live."
"Is it there?"
"You check."
"Then give me a minute."
"Sure thing." After searching through my own closet, I manage to find a lemon pie.
"I haven't found your remote. But I found a lemon pie."
"Bring it over! I'm craving for lemon pie."
"I don't know where you live."
"Just e-mail a piece to me. And e-mail my remote while you're at it."
"What do you mean 'e-mail your remote'?"
"Oh just eat the pie." Upon tearing the pie open, I find that it wasn't actually a pie but frosting on cardboard. Inside, believe it or not, was a note that said, 'Microwave.'
"Are you sure it's not in the microwave."
"Not mine. I just emptied the popcorn out of it."
"Hold on another minute." I dash out of my room and make for my own microwave. What do I find there? Another note. 'Mailbox,' this one says. "Not in the mailbox either."
"Nope. Though that little bot seems to love treasure hunts."
"What do you mean 'treasure hunts'?"
"I said too much. Just follow what the bot left you."
"Then give me some time." I get myself the headset with the mike attatchd to it and stuff the phone in my pocket. "All right, I'm back."
"Find the remote yet."
"No, not yet." I go over to the mailbox and find a neon green envelope. "It's not in a envelope, is it?"
"I don't know, anymore. The bot told me 'closet lemon pie' and nothing about an envelope."
"What's this bot?"
"Well, you can't expect me to lose my own remote so many times, can you? I hired a bot. But after not knowing where the remote actually was the first time, I hired a better bot that told me."
I tear open the envelope and find another note. Drawers.
"Why did it have to hide something in the drawers?"
"I don't know. Ask the bot." I couldn't be bothered to search through all the drawers in my house. So I decided to settle on going back to the so-called lemon pie. I tore it open a bit more.
"I found the remote."
"Where was it?"
"In the pie."
"And so what was up with the notes?"
"Ask the bot."
"What bot?"
"The bot you hired to hide it."
"Oh. That bot. There isn't actually a bot."
"Well, I found a remote..."
"Describe it."
"Well, it's got buttons. And some more. And then some more."
"Sounds like my remote. E-mail a picture of it." Dutifully, I find my webcam and take a picture of it before uploading it and everything. "Certainly looks like mine. Maybe that's why I couldn't find it..."
"So you were lying when you said you've had to purposefully lose it..."
"Yah."
"But somehow it still happened to be in the lemon pie in the closet."
"Really? That's random. Hey, can you turn the TV on?" I press the power button on the remote. It must be some kind of super remote because in the background, I hear the TV turn on. "Change it to channel 49." I punch in the buttons. The sound in the background changes. "How'd you get my remote? I thought you didn't know where I lived."
"I don't."
"Then how..."
"Just as confused here."
"Whatever. Can you hire a bot to bring it over?"
"I don't know where to 'hire' such things. You really sure you didn't hire one to hide it?"
"Very sure. How about mail it?"
"Costs too much."
"Get yourself an airplane ticket and fly over?"
"Costs even more."
"Just mail it, then. Fed-ex, or something."
"Sure. I'll get it to you some time. And are you sure you didn't have a bot hide it?"
"No. But I don't think anything electronic besides the TV and the remote is involved."
"Aliens must have taken it and framed me."
"Must be. Now, you going to Fed-ex me that remote or what?"
"Yah, but it might take a few days. Meantime, Try figuring out whether you can change the channel and things by hooking up random wires together."
"Okay." I hear frying sounds in the background. I'm sure I don't want to know what that was about.
"Hey. I'll catch you online at some time."
"Wait a minute. How can you mail it to me if you don't know where I live? You must know where I live!"
"I didn't actually get around to thinking that far. I'll just get some hacker to trace your IP."
"Hya...no! Wait. How do you know my phone number?"
"I'm not sure. I blindly punched in numbers. It took a few days to get the right number."
"Whatever. I PM'd you my address. You better not send me any poison gas or anything."
"I don't even posess that kind of thing."
"Well. You have my remote right now."
"In a few minutes, the Fed-ex guy will."
"Right. Whatever. Bye."
"TTYL."

Wow, everyone submitted pretty fast. Judges have been sent pms and I will give you rating instructions. No editing your posts. If you do you are elimanted.

Stephanie, please send me your ratings. Me and YesItIsh have done them.

Await's my final judgement. I'm not much for talking on the phone.

After calculations of the averages, I am sorry to say but Chipper and shavynel you have been elimanted from the race.

But fortunately for you, everyone found the remote and when Twizzler0171 turned on the T.V., it was broken and she realized he wasted your time. I got mad but am happy to say since you still kindly found the remote for him, this is the first of two non elimantion legs of the race.

*Grumbles that she is female* No confusing my gender until April... or whenever the pictures I will most likely be taking in April I post on the Picture thread... o.o

Not saying a word more.