Grand Battle (S?) (Round 1: SUDDEN DEATH)

Kyle sat there, forehead pressed to the microphone, letting his eyes focus on the metal mesh of the device and go blurry again. It was another one of those times that the writing department had their chance to "stop the presses" and throw in a last minute change, forcing everyone to wait for them to get off their high horses. He flipped aimlessly through the script to the last page, finding where he had left off. There were maybe ten words left for him to say, but seeing as the writers were having their tantrum he guessed another twenty lines would end up finding their way to that page.

Kyle visualized a coin in his head and flipped it in the air with a thought. "Heads, we get a 'TO BE CONTINUED' and I'm here chatting with merfolk for another hour. Tails, they drop everything they set in motion and Krug's getting shipped off to Mars to fight some space weasels." The coin fell back down from its imaginary arc and clattered onto the table. Kyle sighed and thought about the outcome before realizing there's probably wasn't anything more biased than a game of chance that existed only in his own head. That and the fact that he didn't really care what the writers did. Just so long as they made SOMETHING happen.