“F*ck…We are f*cked, Toey!”
“Damn Toon! Why are you shouting? We are on air. You, imbecile. Shut up and talk later. Why are you acting like someone is dead?” Toey quickly turned to turn on the mic and continued. “Hello… Tangkwa, can you hear me?”
“I can hear you,” the other person replied, “You can start cutting your nails now. Slowly, don't be in a hurry, I'll cut to the others first. When you finish clipping your ten nails, tell the camera and I will cut to you right away. Don't forget that you have only one chance. If you fail to cut them properly, that means you have to say goodbye to one million. So, take your time. Don't be in a hurry,” emphasized Toey. He did not wish the ritual to go to waste. He could put that matter aside, whether she would see a ghost or not. He only wanted the audience at home to anxiously enjoy the reality with the team.
“Got it… if I finish cutting my nails, I will inform the camera,” the girl replied before starting to get up to cut her own nails.