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S K Y M E D I A
   "Y'know what they say, there's a fine line between love and hate."
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      Your POV
   "Hey dudes! Welcome back to Tomodachi Life. Last episode, I asked you who I should put in from SkyMedia. And you also made me promise not to make them look ugly, and as much as I really want to, I won't. It was a close call, but in the end, the majority vote was for one. I'm sorry Barney, but you were fifth, Ross was fourth. Adam was third, Max the gingersnap was second. And number one was unfortunately, YouTube Not-So-Sensational RedVacktor!" I yell into the mike. I took a spin in my new gaming chair, and faced the camera once again, holding up my 3DS XL.
   "Okay, so I'm just going to make this look as life-like as I can, and I'll be back in a sec."
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   "I'm back! And this time, with a fully completed Tomodachi RedVacktor! This is what he looks like." I showed the camera what he looked like. It actually did match Michael in many ways, though having no dino suit was a problem, but they might have one of those in stock at the clothing shop.
   "Just put him in officially, and . . . There! Michael's got a home! MICHAEL! YOU AREN'T A HOMELESS IDIOT ANYMORE!" I shout to his office.
   "Woop-dee-doo." He says sarcastically. I snort.
   "YEAH. YOU'RE JUST A PLAIN IDIOT NOW." I yell, giggling at the end of the statement.  I can here him groaning in annoyance. I'm gonna edit those last couple of seconds out, don't worry.
   "Oh guys! There's an event going on in the plaza! Let's see what it is." I say joyfully. Using my stylus, I tapped on the icon on the map, sending myself to the location I wanted.
"Let's see whose donating . . . Okay! We got, Zelda! Sailor Moon, Sailor Jupiter, Ash Ketchum, and Dr. Gaster!" I list, watching the characters put coins in the glass piggy bank. I let out a fake horrified gasp.
"Michael didn't donate! I wanted to send this to da children's hospital!" I joke.
"MICHAEL, YOU ARE A MONSTER." I laugh.
"AT LEAST MY FACE DOESN'T SCARE PEOPLE AWAY BECAUSE ITS HIDEOUS!" He shoots. I roll my eyes, scoffing.
"WOW MICHAEL. THAT HURT ME SO MUCH." I say sarcastically.
"Anyways, let's get a move on!" I announce.
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   "To be mean, or not to be mean . . ." I was currently contemplating if I should let Michael's character have friends or not. It asked me 'Should I go make a friend?' And I'm just like ''Kay, viewers, should I be a pain in arse, or should I be a nice person?' So yeah, here we are!
   "You know what? I'll be nice, because this guy is in a video game, and the idiot in the other room is an actual pain in the arse." I tell the camera.
   "I CAN HEAR YOU LOUD AND CLEAR!" He states.
   "THAT WAS THE POINT YA DUNCE!" I laugh. I took my stylus and clicked 'Yes! You totally should!'
   "Okay." The character replies. It opens the door into . . . My  look-alike's room?! Wow. Just plain old 'wow'. The characters started chatting, and a ring of stars came and vanished around them. Well, dang. They're friends now.
   "Everyone, let's have a moment of silence for what has just happened, for this might be a video game, but I am definitely never gonna live this down." I say solemnly, my hands in a praying position.
   "Just wait until the become besties." A voice teases from behind me. I swivel my chair around to face the person, which turned out to be Ross.
   "Shouldn't you be shipping the life out of Trish and Barney?" I ask, not wanting to deal with him at the moment. Ross was much better than Michael, though he was still annoying at times.
   "Well, shipping is harder than you think. I need a little help with the shipping shrine that I wanna build and live stream. I also haven't come up with a ship name." Ross explains. (Comment down below good ideas for Barney X Trish ship names!)
   "For one, I don't exactly care. I'm not helping you either, if that's what you're asking." I grumble, turning back to the monitors. He chuckles.
   "I ship you with someone." Ross says with a smirk. I turn back to him in a flash.
   "Please don't—" He cuts me off.
   "With R—" I cut him off this time, my face all red. (Haha. Me so funny.)
   "Don't you even dare—" Are we going to keep doing this?
   "With Red!" Ross cackles evilly and runs off, probably trying to find someone to save his sorry butt.
   "MICHAEL! WE HAVE A PROBLEM ON OUR HANDS!" I complain.
   "I DON'T WANT YOUR PROBLEMS!" He shouts back.
   "WELL, YOUR INCLUDED!" I yell. Michael let's out an aggravated sigh.
   "WHAT IS IT?!" He asks. Now, it was my turn to let out a rather frustrated sigh.
   "LETS JUST SAY ITS MORE OF AN EXCUSE TO KILL ROSS." I explain vaguely.
   "GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME."
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   Comment down below: Ship names! For:
   - Barney X Trish!
&
   - RedVacktor/Michael X You!
Over and out!
      —Sunset—