Welcome to Schmidiotest, the touchiest game around, and things could get touchy pretty quick! Bronx Bombers versus Whispering Willows. Your first puzzle is up now. Thirty seconds… GO! Find the one that's "shore" to win!

Luna, you picked… a seashell? Adorable. Can you tell me why you did that?

I thought that because it's on the shore that it's shore to win.

Wrong. And since you bombed, I'm just gonna stroll over here for a while.

Did I get it right?

Maybe. What did you touch?

I touched the thing.

Why did you touch the thing?

Cuz I was runnin' out of time.

Oh, well you got it wrong. The kid building the sandcastle is "shore" to win – s-h-o-r-e, s-u-r-e. Homophones! Homophones. You just got out-punned by a toddler with a shovel and a bucket. Let's get this next Schmidiot test up and running!

Ok, Bombers. Why'd you pick that?

Cuz, I like to beat it. So, I picked it because I wanted to beat the test—it looked at me funny.

Wrong. Going over here.

Luna, sweetheart… you got it right! Let's celebrate with a friendly little butt-pat.

Jesus Christ, I'm about to start calling you Ben Creep, you frickin' weirdo!

On second thought, Russ here's a brute from the Bronx, and I like my spine just the way it is.

Schmidiotest! Where bad choices get roasted, and I tend to cross boundaries and get roasted even harder. Anyway, catch you next time on Schmidiotest!