A.J. walked down the street, his hands behind his head, he was a bit depressed...Non of his friends could come with him this time...He sighed deeply and tossed a skittle into his mouth from the purple bag he had inside his pouch/pockets.
A.J.: Now...There was something about a tournament here...Whoever gave me this seemed eager to get rid of it...*holds up a piece of paper with the number "5" on it*
A.J.: Now...There was something about a tournament here...Whoever gave me this seemed eager to get rid of it...*holds up a piece of paper with the number "5" on it*