Arin: At least I’m really good at this. *miss* Dan: Oh boy… *boopity-boop* *broop* A: Ah, dude… Dude! COMEON! D: Mhm. A: COME ON!!! I’m really good at this. D: Yeah… *ohgodwhy* A: Aaand… Hit. Aaand… Here you go… *epic Dan is epic* Nice. Yeah, I got some ACTION in. Yeah, I’m gonna fuck ’em this time. D: Yay! A: Yeah, you see that?! You see that?! D: We fucked them. A: I’m learning. D: We’re having intercourse. A: I’m a neuronet processor,
a learning computer. SHIET. Aaah, I faulted. D: Yeez. A: Goddammit, I thought I was good at serving. D: I’m an unstoppablet AI machine. FUACK! *cOugH* A: FUCK! Mario, save me! D: Oh my god. A: What if I just slip them a twenty? D: This is for the set, dude. A: Ah, sorry. D: Ohhh, god. We’re hanging by a thread here. A: No, it’s cool. D: This is not cool. This is the opposite of cool. A: Got it.
D: Okay. D: Good, good.
A: Perfect throw. D: Yes! D: Awesome.
A: Dude! *achieving the deepest buddhist concentration* A: You’re amazing. D: Yeah, that’s a word for it. A: We’re gonna g- we’re gonna get Wimbledon for sure. D: Heh, but you don’t “get” Wimbledon. A: We’re gonna win the Wimbledon. D: It’s…aauugh… A: OHWHATDIDJADO?! WHATDIDJUDO?! YOU FUCKED US! DUUUDE! D: Wow. A: FUCKING WEAK LINK. D: Oh my god… *fading out*
I could kill you right now…