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[longwhitecloud]

A. phone

Hey, everyone! Would anyone be up for a game of rugby? ...Cricket works too, if you're not man enough for the big brother of American football.

[Yes, baiting people with their pride here. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and there seem to be no sports offered at the school that NZ would be really interested in.]

B. action

[NZ has a job now and is selling hot dogs. If you are standing around somewhere or sitting down for a rest, you will be approached by a friendly smiling brunet teenager.]

Good morning, dear madam/sir! Would you like a hot dog?

C. action

[There is a sheep trying to eat your jacket/hat/important paper for the school/whatever else comes to mind. The owner is nowhere to be seen.]

Comments

[honorthenreason]

Are any of them hot?

[longwhitecloud]

These two.

[pointing at two red bottles and then picking one up to hand it over for inspection.]

[honorthenreason]

[ Thank you. Unscrewing it to sniff for hotness. ]

...Doesn't smell hot to me.

[ Tightly screwing the cap back on and tossing it at Mr. Hot Dog Salesman. ]

[longwhitecloud]

[Catching it easily.]

It's American. He's not very good at hot things.

[Not that Kiwi is particularely good at it, but there is this connotation in the words of everyone being better at "hot" than America.]

[honorthenreason]

Is that really the hottest you've got?

[longwhitecloud]

I tried them, and the answer is yes.

Your people eat a lot hotter normally?

[honorthenreason]

[ He sighs such a frustrated sigh. ]

No.

[ He's a liar. ]

Anyway, how much for one?

[longwhitecloud]

[insert a reasonable price here].

With as much dressing as you want.

[Not going to make the boy talk if he doesn't want to.]