The Academy Selections Part 3

{Don't even start; you know damn well that if we didn't have a target painted on our backs, you would be doing the same fucking thing, Cynrik.} Shoving his brother lightly in the back, Brance chided Cynrik and ushered Gabby and Benny to stand in front of him so that he could bring up the rear.

{Nuh uh, I so would not; how could you slander me like that.} Offended by Brance's remark, Cynrik stopped his search and turned to face his brother.

{Oh really, coming from the guy who turned himself into a rocket so he could fly on stage in an attempt to be as flashy as possible. Your words carry absolutely ZERO substance.} Brance scoffed while wearing an "I am right" expression.

{LISTEEENN, that was Crazy Cynrik, not normal Cynrik. I can't be held liable for the actions of that loose cannon.}

{Shameless little…seriously, you act as if you had no control over yourself at that time.}

{I didn't; that was all the voices in my head telling me to do it.}