I sat there, anticipation clouding my thoughts. My fingers drummed on the desk, my other hand digging into my cheek.
"No! Move that there! The ping-pong ball goes in the jug first." Her voice is shaky, unsteady. The robot that the other girl is controlling jolts backwards and then shoots forwards, running over the scattered pennies within the wooden box.
"Steadily gather the ball," she mutters, and the other one fiddles with the remote just so that it scoops up the ping-pong ball and unsteadily dumps it into the milk jug.
"SCIENCE!" They yell in unison, sweat dripping from their brow. They straighten their backs, standing up.
The event supervisor eyes them curiously, confused, and walks back to the stand where he makes some calculations.
"Two hundred and fifty three points. Good job, girls."
~What kind of ending is this~
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