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“Guys, I have something that I need to confess.” War announced suddenly.
Conquest and Famine turned to look at War from where they were sitting around together in the cell, and Death continued staring blankly at the wall in front of them while clutching the gentleman in their arms.
“What is it, War?” Famine prompted softly, always the level-headed one except for when he’s not.
“..I kind of like watching Quizzo.” He admitted.
“Quizzo? As in the gameshow with Gorgovic Palamar?” Conquest asked snickering as Famine’s face fell.
“Yes! I love the sound the fucking.. machine, button thing makes.” War said.
Famine rubbed his face. “It’s just state-sponsored propaganda hiding under a shitty gameshow.”
“I know that!” War groaned. “But it’s the only decent thing they play on the television during rec time. Minus the propaganda shit, it’d be a great time.”
Famine thought about that for a moment. “I could understand that. Okay, you’re forgiven.” War pumped both his fists and whooped.
“..Did I ever tell you guys about my Quizzo dream?” Conquest asked.
“Holy shit, you had a Quizzo dream?” War grinned delighted, and Death blinked.
“Hm? What are we talking about?”
“Oh, hello angel.” They all turned to look at them, and Famine smiled as War and Conquest waved. “War was talking about how he is secretly an avid Quizzo enjoyer, and Conquest was just about to tell us about his Quizzo dream.”
“The gameshow with Gorgovic Palamar?” Death questioned.
“Yeah, that one.” War confirmed for the second time.
“Ah, okay. Continue.”
“So, as I was saying,” Conquest began. “The four of us were there along with The Grand Immortal Dictator and Clerk, and for some reason the Grand Immortal Dictator was wearing the cowboy hat he had on in our American Texas show,”
“Oh, so this was recent.” War interrupted, and Conquest nodded.
“I think so. But the thing was, in my dream, The Grand Immortal Dictator kept answering every question incorrectly, and the Clerk kept attempting to help him but he refused and lost the game, which upset him greatly. And because of that, the show was canceled and we executed the host at our next concert.”
“That’s a shame.” Death said, adjusting the Gentleman on their lap. “Funny, though.”
“I still can’t believe you had a fucking Quizzo dream.” War teased, and Conquest swatted at his leg.