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Darkness. The door shuts with thunderous finality; it is utterly dark in the abyss before your feet. Your defeated whimper echoes off cavernous walls your wretched eyes cannot perceive, and your legs buckle in fear. You will die in this place—perhaps not alone, for somewhere in the gloom, you hear the chittering growl of a hungry, loathsome beast.
“Oh, what the fuck, Eddie!!” Gareth shouts.
Jeff shoves back from the table and starts furiously pacing; Freak bellows ‘fuuuuuuuuuck you’ and clenches his Mountain Dew so hard that soda spills across the board.
Eddie tips his chair back, beaming: “And that’s what you fuckers get for poo-pooing my cover songs.”
“Seriously?!!”
“Yes, seriously! It’s Steve’s birthday!!”
“We’re not playing! fucking Wham!!!!”
Wow. And Steve thought he was the petty bitch here. He’s never been so in love.