"Stupid Bronze, stupid Gold Ingot..." Platinum mumbles bitterly to himself, putting his feet up onto the table he's sitting near to.

He just can't help but be grumpy right now. How come that IDIOT Bronze gets to host an elimination and not him? He's the star, not Bronze!

His eyes look upwards once he notices somebody entering the studio. He clears his throat before addressing them.

"Hello?"