Eh... sure, I got nothin' better to do.
Name:Smon "Bludd Ocean" Winchestortontingsworth
Smon sat at home and looked at the invitation:
"You are cordually invited to a voarding home starring all you wacky
LFRD'ers! So come on by!"
"...why?" Smon said, and read on.
"Because it will make a good reality show! Oh, yeah, it's a reality show."
"...weird, but I don't really wanna go."
"It will count towards your community service!"
Smon packed his things and left, mere minutes later he was outside.
"Hey, uh, I got an invite for a reality show or something?" he said to the chaufer-ish gentleman in front.
"Ah, well here you go, just stop on in, put your feet up, relax, and hey, your room is room 42 k? 'Kay, so have a nice day good sir and joy yourself at Sta- er... our establishment!"
"...weren't you in a game with an island?"
"No! Go inside sir!"
Smon entered, feeling alienated and exempt from an obscure pop culture reference.