AAOOOSC! #2

Later that night at the start of the Sabers at Penguins game, the players are at the center of the ice, in face-off position.
"Okay," the NHL official starts,"I want a good, clean game--no fights, no banging sticks, no pushing each other, no tripping, no slapping, no name-calling, no taking off equipment, no harassing the goalie, no shoving, no slamming players into the boards, no--"
"Alright, alright we got it!" Brandon shouted impatiently. "We don't care about the rules!"
"Oh, wait, and no--"
"We got it! We got it! Just throw the stupid puck already!!!"
"Sutter! Calm down!" Bylsma shouts at Brandon.
The NHL official drops the pucks and the game begins.
Chris skates over to Pascal. "Hey, Pascal, do you want to do our little trick?"
"Sure! Just grab the puck!"
"Okay!" Chris skates over to a Sabers dude who has the puck and steals it from him. "Thanks!"
"Hey!" the Sabers dude exclaims.
"Pascal! Here!" Chris passes the puck to Pascal.
Pascal skates over to the Sabers' goalie, Ryan Miller, and spins around, scoring a goal on him.
The horns go off and all the Pens gather around, celebrating.
"WHAAA?!" Ryan says in a raspy, gruff voice; he pulls off his helmet. "This is outrageous! How did they do that?"
"Who are you talking to?" a Sabers player asks Ryan.
"Shut up!"
"Okay." He skates away slowly.
"I know where I'm going after this...," Ryan growls as he pushes his helmet over his face.

On the other side of the country in the Staples Center, the Los Angeles Kings and the Dallas Stars are practicing for the game.
"Hey King!" Jonathan shouts at one of his teammates. "Give me a shot!"
Dwight King shoots a puck at Jonathan, but he catches it. "You were about to make an auto goal!"
Dwight skates away, shaking his head.
Jonathan gets up and throws the puck to one of his teammates; he takes off his helmet. "That was quite funny. I should do that to another one of my players."
Then the Stars' goalie, Kari Lehtonen, skates over to Jonathan. "Hey, Jonny, Jonny, Jonny!" he says in a high-pitched, perky, ebullient voice.
Jonathan gives Kari a weird look. "What the heck are you doing over here?"
"Uhhh...I'm suppose to be here. Duh."
"No, I mean what are doing on this side of the ice?"
"Oh, right. Well...I just want to talk to you."
"Okay, okay, why do you want to talk to me?"
"Well, because...um, oh yea, I was wonderin' if, y'know, we can be friends."
"Uhhh..." Jonathan gaped at Kari.
"And that I get to be in your group with Sidney and Patrick and all of those guys!" Kari looked up and sighed, making a face like he was daydreaming.
"How do you know about us?"
Kari shrugs. "I dunno."
"You don't know?" Jonathan did his best to put his hands on his hips.
Kari shakes his head. "Why do you need to know?"
"Because--"
"Any who, can I be in your group?"
"Nope."
"Pleeeeeeeeease?"
"Nope." Jonathan keeps a stern look.
"Pretty, pretty please?" Kari places his gloved hands together and makes a begging look, kneeling a bit.
Jonathan shakes his head. "Nope."
"Pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top?" Kari makes a puppy-dog look.
Jonathan sighed. "Well, you have to talk to Antti Niemi. I'm not the one in charge of the group."
"Okay then, where is he?" Kari looks around the arena excitedly.
"Well, he's not here."
Kari looks back at Jonathan. "Okay then, where is he if he's not here?"
"I'm not gonna tell you." Jonathan crosses his arms.
"Pleeeeeeeease?"
"No, let's not start that again. Go to Google--it's very helpful."
"Hmp! Fine! Be that way! I came here for nothing!" Kari starts skating away backwards. "Don't you know how hard it is to skate with these huge pads?!"
"Yes, I know--I'm a goalie as well."
"Why?!" Kari falls on his stomach and begins to slide back to his area of the ice. "Help me!!!"
Jonathan shakes his head. "Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Back in Pittsburgh, it's the third quarter and the score it 2 to 4, Penguins on top.
Sidney is right behind Ryan's goal net, waiting to catch a pass.
"What are you doing over here?" Ryan snaps at Sidney.
"Um, doing my job...What else does it look like I'm doing?"
"That's what you call doing your job? You got to skate out there."
"I'm waiting for the puck, that's all."
"Hmmm..." Ryan's brown eyes narrow. "Well then."
"Are there any plans you're gonna do tonight?"
"It's none of your business."
"Do you work for the EHP?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"I knew it. Do are a bad guy."
"Hm. You're good. What are you gonna do after this game?"
"Go home and sleep--"
"CROSBY!!!" Bylsma shouts at Sidney.
Sidney sighs and skates over to the Penguins' bench.
"Told you...," Ryan mutters.
Fleury is also on the bench, tweeting. "I cannot believe that I got replaced by Vokoun. Ridiculousness," Fleury said while typing in the same words. He presses the tweet button.
"Fleury!" Bylsma shouts at Fleury.
"WHHHHAAAAAA?!" Fleury yells at his coach.
"Put that phone away! That's why I sat you out in the first place!"
"But Coach, everyone awaits for me on Twitter! Besides, look at Vokoun! Just look at him!" Fleury points to Vokoun, who struggles to save a goal, but it goes in.
All the Sabers start to celebrate.
"Can I go back in?"
Bylsma sighs. "Fine. Hey, Vokoun!"
Vokoun sadly skates to the bench.
"You're gonna sit out," Bylsma tells Vokoun.
"Hey!" Vokoun exclaims.
"And Fleury's gonna take your place."
"Hey!"
"In ya face!" Fleury puts his helmet on and points to Vokoun with his stick while skating onto the ice.

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