Quote:You were the 100th caller for a sports talk show give away and awarded 2 tickets to any of the 4 stadiums and a free jersey of 1 of the players involved in the 1st round! what city are you going too and whos jersey are you sporting and why!?

As the afternoon slowly passed, Omelette Robotnik was, as always, working furiously on the computer while Yoshimitsu McCloud, the only one of the McClouds at the apartment at the time, was busy making some fruit salad for the two... using one of his prized swords to cut the fruits in small slices.

"Hey, Yoshi, did you check your email?" She asked, her eyes fixed on the screen. Yoshimitsu shrugged, despite not knowing she couldn't see him. "Not... really, no. I'm not very good with that computer thing, you know." The self-proclaimed genius shook her head, chuckling. "Well, I checked for you! You got two tickets for a Toronto North Stars - Buffalo Stampede game from... the Nocturnal Emissions Podcast Show?" His voice seemed to show that he was caught by surprise but could recall what she was talking about as he replied with "Ah, yeah. I remember that I asked about the origins of Outlungus. Guess I got the prize for the best question then!"

She took a quizzing look at the screen, blinking for a second. "It also says here you're getting a Hippo Passamus jersey from the Stampede! Do you... you know, remember that guy?" Yoshimitsu approached her, nodding as he looked at the screen, lowering himself at her side. "I remember him from the Friendly Cup 2... short, pudgy... monstrous." Omelette looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "You don't like him?" He shook his head, chuckling.  "Hardly, he's pretty swell. Just... not exactly the easiest person to play a game against, I guess. The jersey would be pretty nice but..."

"But...?" He shrugged, looking at the ceiling for a bit before looking at her. "You don't think we can put those game tickets and the jersey up for auction? Then we can give the money to the Outlungus Foundation or something. The kids there certainly need all the help they can get." She blushed, looking at him unsure of what to say. She sighed, nodding, going back to the computer. "...w-w-whatever you say, Yoshi."