“How the hell is this possible?” Owen shouted in shock. Aaron’s handful of popcorn was halfway into his wide open mouth, his eyes now fixated on the screen.
“WHAT THE F-?” a hand smothered Owen’s mouth. Crow’s to be exact. The entire room – silent. It was very eerie.
The screen read two things.
The number 000 and right above it….Owen.
“How the hell did I loose?? I wasn’t even playing! How the heck is this possible? I thought for sure it was gonna be Crow!”
Crow shook out of her shock when she made sense of the context of his sentence. “What the hell? Me?”
“Yeah. Didn’t you know that Mathias is the freaking Lord of the Dance?” Owen protested, his arm swung out in a glorious sweep to the sudden random curtained wall with plaques and trophies lining each thing.
“What the fuuu?” Crow asked dumfounded. Mathias was just as shocked, walking up to the wall.
“When did I change my name to Figorous Blitz of Scandanavia? And hey…isn’t this you Owen?” Mathias pointed to a picture of a young toddler with tell-tale emerald eyes with tap shoes and a cane on his head.
Owen swivelled his head right around. The crowd gasped…(it seems this crowd is only good for the shocked stuff…not to mention this seemed more like a comedic sit-com or a soap opera…except for realistic).
Aaron stood up, assuming his authoritive pose, Tina having to look up to his height, along with the rest of the orphanage habitants.
“Well…the deal is still in place. Seeing as the name of the losing side happens to just be Owen, then he must go along with the stakes set out but Crow and Mathias.”
“Huh? Wait, what? This was a deal between them! Why me?? How exactly did you work this out?”
“Well seeing as you proposed the idea in the first place and you set my socks on fire last weekend, consider this punishment and duty to be a young responsible man.”
Owen raised an eyebrow, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt, coughing awkwardly. “Yeah but…I broke my leg!” He was suddenly on the ground, writhing in pain. “OW! The paaain! The aaagony! How can I feel this pain and agony and woe and liiive? AAAAAAAA! Just cut it off! CUT IT OFF!”
How anybody fell for that, it was a miracle.
Aaron pondered the situation. “Yeah, okay. Mathias, Crow…just do your chores, seeing as you did all that hard work to dance. Tina, did you want to show them the new load of laundry we have today and such? I’m gonna take a nice nap…a coffee…yeah…blended crème and sugar…” His eyes half drooped, thinking of the deliciousness of the hot beverage.
Owen had still carried on with his broken leg antics.

Crow Concludes:

Needless to say, the day didn’t make much sense all together.
In fact, usually when Owen is around, nothing seems to make sense completely. Weird shit happens. Take today like a valid example. But hey, you gotta love him I guess.
Or bash his legs in, whichever works.
Today is just another day.