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Jack Keigan walked into the kraken locker room for the very first time, and was met with the worst situation a young immature person could ever face in another room willed with young immature people.

Someone beefed.

It wasn't just any beef. It was eye watering. The smell so rancid you wouldn't be allowed to use it against protestors. Jack had been in this situation before, and knew he had to act quickly yet carefully. If he didnt handle the situation just right, he would forever be known as Fart Keigan, or some other silly nickname.
Analysing the room, Jack noted the dead silence. No one had taken credit for the gaseous assualt on their sacred shared place. Likely the first one to open their mouth and point it out would be officially decried as the smelt-er who dealt-her.
Westley Kirtpatrick, a veteren on the team, locked eyes with Jack. Mere micro-seconds had passed since he had entered the room but Jack knew the look on Kirtpatricks eyes. He was about to throw him under the bus. Jack was going to become Mr Farts for the rest of his time on the Kraken. Sure. It's easy to blame on the new guy. There was nothing left to do.

But another pair of eyes locked with Jacks. It was Cob O'Corn. Cob O'Corn was a true leader. His eyes told Jack straight away- I will protect you.

Before Westley could open his mouth, Cob O'Corn leapt up from his seat, rubbing his belly and yelling "wooow sorry about that fellahs. I hope you enjoyed my breakfast as much as I did"

The rest of the locker room burst out laughing. The giant piece of corn has succesfully defused the situation. Jack was saved. The young hockey player couldn't stop a single tear roll down his eye as he faces his saviour. Mouthing silently two words, two words that would ensure Jack's loyalty for the rest of his career.

"Thank You"

Cob O'Corn winked back a deviloushly corny smile.

"You're Welcome"

As the room continued on with their preperations for one of the best practice sessions they ever had, Betzee Nickelback allowed themselves the tinyiest of smiles. They had done it. They had gotten away with it. For it was they, who beefed.