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6/12/2025, 3:17:23 PM
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>Like you'd have been able to run away without one of your feet... right...
>The running-back on the screen does this job for you, and makes the crowd cheer loudly enough to finally overpower the sounds of your brothers in the other room.
>He almost made it to the end zone, barely missing a touchdown before getting tackled to the ground.
>You're now rooting for him more than all of his team's fans are.
>Rooting harder than the fake grass on that field pretends to as it stays green all year.
>Another play starts, and you hear your brothers start yelling something about a tower, you're not sure what it means.
>Maybe it's a Lord Of The Rings reference, in which case, you'll need a longer set of games like the olympics to last the duration of their imitation of a long series.
>You just want to marry this TV screen right now and blast it at full volume until nothing but static and cursed video tapes are left to watch.
>Who wouldn't risk their life to throw these two little brats down a well and forget about them?
>The closest you have to that is a bathtub, which'll come in handy if push comes to shove and you'll have to drown them there instead of drowning out their voices.
>They'd probably fight back against that like two cats collectively amounting to 18 lives, it'll never work.
>A drone asserts itself into your ears from the ruckus, screaming into your soul that this grudge is going to last forever.
>You are DESPERATE to go ancient Rome on your brothers, clutching the remote like a club harder than the quarterback clutches the football before throwing it.
>The urge to adopt that rage from before boils within you as the water now gets deeper as two shit-eating grins face you from the doorway.
>That drone in your ears shrieking louder than a tea kettle.
>Yet your brothers can only see how much you're shaking your hand, with the remote begging your grip not to crush the plastic until the batteries pop out from the beating the plastic is taking.
>"Watcha doin?" One of those little gremlins dares to speak to you while you're this charged up.
"Not beating you up right now." You grit your teeth at him. "Don't change that."
>"LASER CANNON!" The other little gremlin points a nerf gun at you.
>The little foam bullet hits you square between the eyebrows with more accuracy than the pro quarterback's throw to his teammate.
>Like you'd have been able to run away without one of your feet... right...
>The running-back on the screen does this job for you, and makes the crowd cheer loudly enough to finally overpower the sounds of your brothers in the other room.
>He almost made it to the end zone, barely missing a touchdown before getting tackled to the ground.
>You're now rooting for him more than all of his team's fans are.
>Rooting harder than the fake grass on that field pretends to as it stays green all year.
>Another play starts, and you hear your brothers start yelling something about a tower, you're not sure what it means.
>Maybe it's a Lord Of The Rings reference, in which case, you'll need a longer set of games like the olympics to last the duration of their imitation of a long series.
>You just want to marry this TV screen right now and blast it at full volume until nothing but static and cursed video tapes are left to watch.
>Who wouldn't risk their life to throw these two little brats down a well and forget about them?
>The closest you have to that is a bathtub, which'll come in handy if push comes to shove and you'll have to drown them there instead of drowning out their voices.
>They'd probably fight back against that like two cats collectively amounting to 18 lives, it'll never work.
>A drone asserts itself into your ears from the ruckus, screaming into your soul that this grudge is going to last forever.
>You are DESPERATE to go ancient Rome on your brothers, clutching the remote like a club harder than the quarterback clutches the football before throwing it.
>The urge to adopt that rage from before boils within you as the water now gets deeper as two shit-eating grins face you from the doorway.
>That drone in your ears shrieking louder than a tea kettle.
>Yet your brothers can only see how much you're shaking your hand, with the remote begging your grip not to crush the plastic until the batteries pop out from the beating the plastic is taking.
>"Watcha doin?" One of those little gremlins dares to speak to you while you're this charged up.
"Not beating you up right now." You grit your teeth at him. "Don't change that."
>"LASER CANNON!" The other little gremlin points a nerf gun at you.
>The little foam bullet hits you square between the eyebrows with more accuracy than the pro quarterback's throw to his teammate.
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