Once upon a time, like a month ago, our One Act Play team went to competition and it was awesome. We did The Potman Spoke Sooth. I was Beatrice and, apparently, I was great, as I got Best Actress. My friend Logan, who was Gallagher, got Best Actor. Our play as a whole actually won the competition, even though we skipped a big part of the play. I guess we were just that good. Later, Logan was trying to talk to Epi, who was The Director. At least, she played The Director, she wasn't actually—Anyways, Logan was trying to talk to her, but his medals were clanging together so he said, "I'm sorry; I can't hear you over the sound of my winning." And so came this extremely short fan fiction. Enjoy!

Gilan was getting on Will's nerves. The gathering was nearly over and Gilan had won everything. Literally. Everything.

"Gilan, can you maybe give someone else a chance?" Will had asked at one point.

"Why would I do that?" Gilan had said.

At another time, Will had asked Gilan if he wanted to go swimming at the same time as a competition. Gilan had turned him down, saying that he didn't want to miss the competition.

And now, they were at the awards ceremony and Gilan had won, like, seven medals which were all clanging together annoyingly.

"Gilan, will you please—" Will started to ask the older Ranger.

"I'm sorry; I can't hear you over the sound of my winning." Gilan said, which was truthful. He couldn't hear Will over the sound of his medals clanging together.

"Never mind!" Will said, before he stormed off.

Gilan smiled, happy that he had managed to be sufficiently annoying that gathering.

Later, of course, Gilan was thrown in the lake. He hadn't been able to hear Will coming up behind him over the sound of his winning.