[b]I would like you to give me your honest opinion of this.[b]

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"Bentley?" An older male inquired across his cell to his new cell mate. The boy, Bentley, was no older than twenty. He was sitting on the floor when the older male called to him. Moving his ebony black hair aside, coal grey eyes looked up innocently.

"Yes, Johnson?" He replied to the other.

"Have you ever heard of the series called Total Drama?" Johnson smirked as Bentley's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

"I loved that show!" He gushed, his lithe body curling up slightly in anticipation. "Why do you ask?"

"Would you like to hear an untold story?"

"Really?1 I would love to!" He smiled, adjusting his orange jumpsuit.

Then, the elder male began a story that would mean life to Bentley.

Cristopher McClain, the once great host of the 5 season long series called Total Drama, was escorted out of a police car. His dark grey eyes cold, unnerving. He was cuffed and disheveled, being led into court.

"And here we are, folks! Watching the mighty Chris McClain being escorted into the court for his trials." Blainley gossiped into the camera. "He has been charged with 3 accounts of murder, theft, and maybe more! What do you have to say for yourself, Chris?"

"....." Chris looked at the blonde, his fingers twitched in anger. The microphone was thrusted into his face now. His dark, cold eyes then looked directly into the camera, creating a dark atmosphere. He then, with a sickening change in atmosphere, smiled sweetly. "Why don't you take this microphone and go fuck yourself with it, Blainley?"