I stared at the shelves of the refrigerator, trying to will fresh
food into existence. When that failed, I headed into the lounge/dining/computer/everything
room to yell at Dave. But when I got there he was furiously typing on his
laptop.
“The hell you doing?”
“Telling BigBadBootyPapi exactly why his opinions about
games are complete crap.”
“Dude, arguing on the internet is like wrestling in a sewer.
Even if you win, you’re gonna end up covered in shit anyway.”
“Whatever man, just answer the door.”
I shook my head and answered the knocking.
Thus, I got to be shot by Xx_Washington_Pride_xX.
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