Summary:

“This is just crazy,” J.J. said. “Give me that, Pike, I’ve got one he absolutely can’t pass.”

“Oh, so you’re saying it’s my fault?” Hayden asked.

“Skill issue.” J.J. paused. “Ok. Pedro Pascal.” His voice was smug. 

A long silence stretched while Shane Hollander looked at the camera, seemingly deciding whether it was worth it to lie.

“No!” J.J. said, horrified. 

“Pass… I—What?”

“The entire internet wants to fuck this man!”

“Okay?!” Shane Hollander said, throwing his arms out. “I don’t know what to tell you!”

“Jesus Christ, okay.” Hayden shuffled behind the camera. “Ilya Rozanov.”

A flush bloomed across Shane Hollander’s freckled face, intensifying so fast it looked like his face was on fire. 

“Uhm.” He pressed his lips together before his shoulders dropped in resignation. “Smash.”

Or: A clip of Shane Hollander playing smash or pass goes viral and Ilya wants to eat him alive.