The challenge has been cast. The gauntlet thrown down. Many have been called, few have answered. On the planet Hacknor... On Fire Island D, twelve brave contestants will compete. Who will falter? Who will thrive? Who will be
The night's contests have been over for several hours. All of the spectators have left and the Horizon Ampitheater is dark and quiet.
AOC: Why are we just standing around here? The challenge is over.
Captain Picard: I don't understand this either, but we were told to wait.
Professor Xavier: The next challenge must be here. I can feel it.
Henchman: With your mental powers?
Professor Xavier: No. I've just seen enough of these reality shows is all.
Jon's image appears on a giant screen over the arena.
Jon: Hello Gladiators.
Jon: Here's your next challenge. The arena is pretty messy from tonight's show. We need some people to clean it up.
Jon: Yep. Divide up the building and get cleaning, there's a lot of garbage in the aisles and under the seats, too.
Henchman: The whole arena?
Jon: That's right. Have fun everybody. Remember, different species act different ways to show their excitement or disapointment, so there may be some... unusual... garbage for you to clean up.
AOC: Somehow I think that this is going to be worse than cleaning out the wookie cages at the pound.
Jon: Probably. Also remember that many of these species also eat things that you might find unappetizing. Try not to let that get to you when you clean out the garbage cans and stuff.
Erifia: What could possibly be in--
Henchman: I don't even want to think about it.
Jon: Oh and one more thing, whoever cleans up over there where the monkeyboys sit, watch what you touch. They like throwing stuff.
Captain Picard: Ah yes, I remember seeing many frozen bananas flying through the air during one of the matches.
Erifia: Uh Captain, that's not all that they throw...
Captain Picard: Ugh. That's disgusting.
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