"That was so cool!" Blake exclaimed.
"How weird is this?" Isaac asked. "Look, one arm is that much lighter than the other."
"That's because your right arm has been tanned." Walker remarked. "But the left one is, ahh, new. It hasn't been out in the sun."
"Hmm, good point… wow, imagine how pale we'd all looked if we never got tanned."
"Do you think people would notice?" asked Taylor.
"Tay, you may not be aware of this, but we are in the public eye. There's bound to be at least one fan who will notice that one of Isaac's arms is much lighter in colour than the other." Zac replied.
"Ahh, point taken."
"Look, I don't care what colour it is." Isaac declared. "I have my arm back. That's all that matters."
"Well, ahh, I can fix the colour." Avie spoke up. "I have Light remember?"
"Then fix it." Zac insisted.
"Oh, you're such a worry wart Zac." Blake commented.
"Well, at least someone around here is thinking of the long term."
"You have to learn to relax."
"You have to learn. Period."
"Hey don't mess with me man. With one single thought from my head I can make sure you will never be able to use a computer again."
"You're bluffing."
"Oh ok, so I'm not quite that good yet. I can dream."
"Ike? Can you hold your arms together?" Avie asked, interrupting the argument. "I want to get the colour as close as possible."
Isaac nodded, and did so. A moment later, Isaac's left arm was, ahh, freshly tanned.
"There we go. Instant tan." Avie grinned. "But I won't think about how much money I could make from this. I'll only get depressed. Zac."
Zac just pulled a face at her.
"So, umm, Ike?" Blake said, wandering over to the dismembered arm. "Can I have your arm? I want your arm."
"Excuse me?"
"I want your arm. You won't mind if I take it will you?"
"Why do you want my arm?"
"Because it's cool."
"Ok, rephrase question: what the heck are you gonna do with my arm?"
"Oh, I don't know. Turn it into an imitation prop from Terminator 2? A Borg arm? A science project? Something to scare people with on Halloween? The possibilities are endless. Maybe I could auction it off online: genuine limb from Isaac Hanson. Forget instant tans, I could make a fortune… well, if anyone would believe me."
"Ahh, you are aware that it'll probably start rotting in a few days. I don't think your mom would like to go in your room only to get a whiff of putrefying human flesh."
"You do realise you're talking about your arm." Blake grinned. "C'mon… please? I want your arm."
Isaac shook his head incredulously.
"Yeah ok. Take it. But let it be known I think you're crazy man."
"Why, thank you."