NEW STORY: Poor Martin

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Martin was nervous. He was a singer, and he needed some more promotion even though his band was becoming increasingly popular. He looked in the mirror and checked that his long blond hair looked good. This was to be the biggest gig of the year and he couldn't ruin it.

He went out on stage and was greated with a huge scream from the audience. He enjoyed the attention. The compere came out and announced that after they hear the song they'll be a little game which he'd like to play with Martin. Martin sang his latest song and afterwards the compere came out.

"Now, for the surprise - we've selected three of your greatest fans who are here with us today. Please welcome - Christian, Michael and Bjorn"
Chrisitan was tall with black hair and black eyes. Michael was slim, tall and had black hair and blue eyes whilst Bjorn was tall with blonde hair and blue eyes. All guys were well dressed and had taken a lot of care in how they look. They shook hands with Martin and stood at his side whilst the compere explained the so called 'surprise':
"Well we decided that you all deserve a gunging... In order NOT to receive that gunging you must redeem yourselves. I'm going to ask 5 questions. The person who gets most questions correct will not get gunged - but you will have the opportunity to choose two people who will get gunged"From backstage, four buzzers were brought out.

"Right - hands on buzzers - first question - where in the world is Goa?"
Michael buzzed first, "India"
"Correct!, next question, In what year did Christopher Columbus reach the Americas?"
Martin buzzed next "1440?"
"Incorrect - I've got a right mind to gunge you without asking any more questions"
The audience laughed and cheered but this was clearly a joke since the comprere continued asking the questions;
"how many terminals does Gatwick Airport have?"
Bjorn buzzed in "two"
"Correct, next question, what river runs through Rome?"
Michael buzzed in "the Tiber"
"Correct - final question - at the moment Michael is winning - what is the main town of the Orkney Islands?"
No one buzzed. Meanwhile the backstage staff rolled in two huge gunge tanks with yellow thick gunge.

"Time's up guys - that means Michael wins - and that means Michael get's to decide which two of you will get gunged"
Michael could see that all the other guys didn't want to get slimed. He looked at his boyfriend and decided to choose him
"Bjorn is definately getting it - and I think I'll choose Martin since they've been giving each other funny looks all evening"

Bjorn and Martin sighed. They removed their microphones and removed their shoes and socks. The gunge tank door was opened for them and they each went into their respective gunge tank. Martin didn't feel like getting gunged. He kept asking everyone whether he really had to. Once inside he sat down on the stool provided. He kept eyeing the tank above him.
Then he heard the audience roar "three, two, one - GUNGE HIM"

All of a sudden the vat above Martin opened. The gunge was thick and it fell on Martin slowly covering every bit of his long hair. It didn't trickle down. It was so thick it just sat there on top of his head. More lumpy gunge kept on falling. Martin hated it. It would take ages to remove.

Bjorn got his punishment after - His gunge was thick too and just like Martin's it sat on his head flattening his spikes. The gunge kept on trickling down and Bjorn had to remove some of it from his face. He too hated the gunging but they both started laughing.

The audience gave them a round of applause. Martin was let out of the tank and was asked how he felt. He replied that it's probably the worst thing he ever had in his hair. They were both lead to the showers to clean up.