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*Meanwhile, still on a dirt road in the middle of Corn Town*
>Sapphire: This thing go any faster? I promised you front row tickets, they'll be for Onsen a Lifetime at this rate!
>Pop Cornell: Hold y'er horses! We'll get there 'en we get there. You city slicker's always in a rush to get somewhere
>S: Yeah but can we at least try to get somewhere close to cell service? I bet the Angels are worried sick looking for me, and I have to let them know i'll be there!
>PC: Would ya quit yer yappin'? If you ever kept yer mouth shut during yer matches 'aybe your clients would actually pull out some wins!
>S: Well your girl seems to be doing just fine, she's going to win the rookie cup and then we'll see who the best manager in all of the WWA is!
>PC: What part of puttin a lid on that corbcob sucker of yours don't you understand or am I gonna have to make you 'alk to the beach?
>S: Okay, FINE! Just get us there!
*Sapphire pulls out her phone, seeing it's low on battery she puts it away again*
>[ugh... could this get any more boring? I mean, I suppose I could be at that obligatory beach shoot. Bet there's nobody even playing volleyball at that stupid thing!]
