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INT. ANAHEIM CONVENTION CENTER. DAY.

The room is filled with stupid little kids. Except these kids aren't stupid. They are here for the National Spelling Competition. A little fat boy comes up to the podium. His name is Derek. He seems nervous. Perhaps he ate too much Korean BBQ.

Spelling Coordinator: Okay Derek. Your word is BRENDAN.
Derek: Can you say the word in a sentence?
Spelling Coordinator: The girls thought BRENDAN was a pimp ass.
Derek: Origin of the word?
Spelling Coordinator: Quit stalling kid. Juss spell the shit.
Derek: B - R - E...- N - D....ugh...- O - N ?
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Spelling Coordinator: No you fucking idiot. It's brendAn.

C'mon Derek. I can accept Bren-Downe or B or Hellmonger...but Brendon? You just earned yourself 2 gay points buddy.