Another day in The Amazing Digital Circus. May! Or so everybody but Zooble thought. She tried hiding in a suspended flower pot to stay out of Caine's adventure today. Jax had to ruin it

Just another day..

Caine brought everybody back to his glorious stage to present the next equally glorious adventure with Bubble as his second hand in presenting it, ignoring that there was a giant camera weighing them down from properly floating.

Caine had been thinking of his own sporting event ever since he had watched the gang play softball just a few days ago. So, he had his own idea now. He invented his own sports, calling the the Caine Leagues.

Zooble protested that she refused to be on a team with Jax, sparking an argument between Caine and her about the suggestion box. Zooble just wanted the ability to have se–

Caine practically short circuited, faint red brimming around the giant room as his head-jaw spattered about.

"What were we talking about? Oh, how teamwork is essential to making the dreamwork!" He said once he finally came back to his senses, but once he noticed the tension between the group.

So, he introduced a trust exercise. A soundproof room with no windows. And a loaded revolver. The trust was trusting that the person who had the gun would empty the gun and the person receiving it wouldn't shoot themselves or the other.

"Sounds a little congeluted–"

"YOU LOOK CONGELUTED!"

Jax was the first to receive the revolver... and immediately shot Ragatha, cotton falling to the ground.

"Or yeah we could all just shoot each other, I don't care anymore." With a snap of Caine's fingers, he summoned a pile of different assault rifles and side arms.

"Hooray!" Jax had somehow ended in the pile, holding an AK-74.