* 9:30 *

* After lifting a house as a workout, and chugging down a milk carton and eating eggs that were in a pan for 2 minutes, Dream was ready. *

* He was confident he would win, SO confident that he would sometimes check on Admin. Make fun of him, tell him he was a loser, then teleport away *

Dream: I got this one in the bag! 

* Dream stretched again, his bones popped out as big, chunky, but also looked like they fit *

* Dream managed to flex, as bone lines could be seen as they looked like muscles *

Dream: I wonder if I look good in this pose? Hmmm, let me see through the mirror. OH YEAH! I LOOK HANDSOME! 

* Dream kissed the mirror once, before walking to bed and laying down *

* Dream rested a bit...*

---With Admin---

Admin: I NEED TO FIND A WAY TO GET OUT OF THE FIGHT! BUT HOW?!

Admin: UHHH, UHHH, I CAN MAKE AN EXCUSE! NO, THAT WOULDN'T WORK, HE'D FIGHT ME ANYWAYS!

Admin: HIDE?! NO, HE'D COME FIND ME! 

Admin: Ok, ok, CALM DOWN ADMIN! You can do this!

* Admin took a deep breath, and let it go *

Admin: Guess there is no running from it now. It's almost time too...Oh well...

* Admin took a baseball bat *

Admin: ...This should at LEAST hurt him a LITTLE bit!

* Admin turned to you *

Admin: ...Right?