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“Dennis, I’m telling you, man. This is gonna be awesome,” Mac exclaims as he watches Dennis make a weak attempt at wiping down a possibly moldy beer glass.
“I don't know, Mac. I’m a man of sophistication and have yet to taint that with these childish games,” Dennis says as he glances over to Mac, his expression a mixture of irritation and curiosity.
“Dude, you gotta trust me. I saw someone playing this online, and we could totally make a quick buck from it,”
Dennis narrows his eyes, and Mac
knows
that glorious glint, hope bubbling up inside of him. He’s seen that familiar look, and he knows that if he can make this into a scheme, he can win him over. “Dennis, think about it, man. We’re not just gonna be playing the game…
we’ll be running it!
You and me, we could be like… Gods!”
Dennis sighed, and Mac felt relief washing over him as he knew he had him.
Hook, line and sinker.
“Alright,
fine
. But if we’re doing this, we are gonna do it right.”
“Do what right?” Dee squawks as she pops her unbelievably big bird head of hers through the office door.
Mac whips his head around and turns his direction to the yellow thing standing across from him. Beside him, Mac hears Dennis make another one of his glorious remarks.
“None of your business, bird. Stick your beak somewhere else.”
Dee squints at the two of them, “What are you two losers doing without me? I want in on it.”
“Minecraft, obviously. You wouldn't get it, Dee.” Mac says, puffing up his chest.
“Minecraft? What are you guys, twelve?”
“Dee, this is a creative endeavor that your small, insignificant brain couldn’t possibly comprehend. We do not want your bird energy to ruin it,” Dennis says coolly, making a sweeping motion with his hands as if to shoo away her skeletal form with the impact of the wind.
“Bird energy?! Fine. I didn’t want to be a part of your nerdy scheme anyway,” Dee says, crossing her arms. “I give you guys three days max before you’re at each other's throats.”
Mac and Dennis scoff at Dee’s weak attempt at a retort, finding her notion ridiculous. Mac was confident that this plan was foolproof. Three days would be easy. He and Dennis were the dream team, and that’s something that Sesame Street of a bird could never get in the way of.
Mac decided to humour Dee, leaning back in his chair, a confident smile spreading across his face, “Yeah, Dee. You don’t get it. I bet me and Dennis could last four days!”
“Four days,” Dee says, raising her brow.
Mac stands up from his stool, meeting Dee’s glare from across the room, “Yeah. Four.”
Mac and Dee are silent for a few moments, staring each other down. Mac is going to say something once again to show the creature in front of him who is boss, but Dennis stands up.
“Fine, if we’re going to make this into a thing, then that's what we’ll do. You may think this is a joke to you, Dee, but the joke will be on you once you see the profit that will come from this,” Dennis says, a devilish smirk spreading across his face.
Mac turns to him, proud that Dennis is taking this idea on as his own. The way Dennis effortlessly carries himself makes him think that he is no average man—but the man.
“Now, begone with you fowl thing,” Dennis shoos, swiping her away once more, making Dee cringe as she shakes her head and begins to recede back to the office.
“Whatever losers, it’ll never work out.”
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Mac pops on his headphones as he leans back on his chair. “Dennis, can you hear me?”
A few beats pass as Mac waits awkwardly for a response. “Dennis?”
A couple of more seconds pass as Mac repositions his headphones once more, “Denn–”
“Yes, yes, I can hear you,” Dennis finally responds, his beautiful voice reverberating straight into his ears, a wash of relief passing over Mac as a smile finds its way to his cheeks. “I’m getting these stupid pornographic pop-ups on the sides of this thing. Goddammit, Frank must’ve used my computer. Hold on.”
Mac can hear Dennis’s aggressive clicking as he presumably tries to close each pop-up that hits his screen. Mac patiently waits for his comrade in arms to finish up. However, the more Mac waited, the more anxious he became.
“Uh, you done yet bro?” Mac says.
“Give me a second, don’t rush me unless you want this whole thing to get messed up before it even begins!” Dennis snaps as Mac overhears the last aggressive click of his mouse. “There, Done!”
Mac takes that as an initiative to finally start up the server after many long and tortuous tutorial videos explaining how to start a Minecraft server of their own. But hard work pays off, and Mac feels that excitement from before taking flight as he effortlessly starts the server up, thinking of the many ways Dennis could praise him for his dedication to the good work they’ll do.
“
Okayyyy,
and we should be set, dude!” Mac exclaims, logging onto their world. “I’m in!”
G0lden__G0D@77 has joined the game.
Mac sees Dennis's perfectly crafted username join the server. Its yellow text feels like gold shimmering across his eyes. “Woah, dude! How did you come up with that name?!”
Mac can hear Dennis smirk from the other end. “Well, what can I say? It's what I am, so of course, the name came just as naturally.”
“That's so sick, dude,” Mac says. “How about my name? Do you like it too?”
For a moment, Mac thought Dennis wouldn't reply. But before Mac could change the subject, Dennis interrupts, “
The_jesu$_in_m3.
.. That's..uh. Clever, Mac. Yeah”
Mac beams, happy about Dennis’ approval. It had only taken Mac a few tries, but the username couldn't have been more perfect.
Grinning from cheek to cheek, Mac feels a surge of pride course through him as they behold the blocky, pixelated world the two of them found themselves in. The sky was blue and bright, the grass was green and vibrant.
The world was in their hands.