(29th September 2023, 1:47 PM)Different Wrote: You're literally throwing away the beer that you paid for lmfao!

(29th September 2023, 2:14 PM)Different Wrote: They also told me that you were an experienced aircraft pilot. So, I need you to fly me to Dubai, pick up my dry cleaning, put on an apron, make me the world's finest pie (and a sandwich), fly me back to America, then fish out that beer that you were trying to throw away.

It'll give you a chance to get outta the house for once because I know you probably don't.

(29th September 2023, 4:01 PM)Mia Wrote: They told me that you were an engineer, so go build yourself a robot to do that stuff for you. Once you sober up, that is. We don't want the robot set on kill mode like the last 3 times.

(29th September 2023, 3:50 PM)Mia Wrote: The beer that I paid for? Sounds like you're already drunk.

(29th September 2023, 4:36 PM)Different Wrote: Yeah. Late night with a bunch of hot girls and stuff. You'll need to clean up after me since you're responsible for me.

(29th September 2023, 6:06 PM)Mia Wrote: You mean 3 hot girls and 2 hot guys? I hate to break it to you, but those twins weren't girls. Sounds like you were too drunk to tell.

(29th September 2023, 4:34 PM)Different Wrote: Ha! They told me that you were a bodyguard and a chauffeur. So, every time we visit a dangerous city like New Orleans, you're going to take a stray bullet for me. Also, you'll be taking me to the Super Bowl as well. So, get some spring into your step and buy two front row tickets for $6k each ($12k coming out of your life's savings). Of course you'll have plenty of time to bulk up in the gym by then. I need you at 240-245lbs by then 😂

(29th September 2023, 6:17 PM)Different Wrote: Are you a liquor drinker? Have you ever had any liquor before?

(29th September 2023, 6:19 PM)Mia Wrote: That's not what happened, it sounds like you have your information incorrect. I'm not surprised. You were so plastered, you could barely tell your left foot from your right foot. Let me help refresh your memory. There you were in your shop, drunk as usual. Probably working on one of your new robots. When some 6'2" blonde bombshell named Natalie came in. She was wearing an elegant red dress and Prada pumps. You can't believe your eyes. You huff on your glasses, and put them back on. Yep, still a blonde bombshell. "Excuse me sir, do you know where the nearest mall is?" She asks in a French accent. "Sure, if you go 6 blocks south of here, you should see one on your left." you say, looking flustered. She responds, "Hey, thanks a lot. Have fun with your girl robots", then leaves.

(29th September 2023, 6:47 PM)Different Wrote: Lmfao! 😂 I forgot you were a fantastic storyteller. Well, the only thing is that I was drunk during the party, but that's it. You still gotta take me to the Super Bowl, remember? I told you to stay off that weed because it's messing with your memory. Damn, Natalie is 6'2? 👀 Tall girl 🤔 The part about you being a bodyguard and chauffeur is actually true; same thing with Natalie (somewhat). You see, Natalie is actually my side piece. So, she just comes along whenever I need someone to hook up with who's got a thick rack and a fat 🍑 ass.

I'd like to invite you to the next TedTalk to give your presentation about how someone can learn the art of storytelling. Of course you'll need to polish my shoes and walk the dog, first. Hopefully that'll jog your memory back home and detox you from smoking too much weed.

(29th September 2023, 8:19 PM)Mia Wrote: So there we were in Berlin, trying to find some lost artifact you dropped there back in 2014. It happened during one of your many hazy nights of binge drinking and hitting on uncomfortable women. Suddenly, two men dressed in all black ambushed you, threw a bag on your head, smacked you with a baseball bat, and threw you into a limo. I couldn't even react in time cause I was too busy laughing at a humorous video on my cellular device. Then suddenly, there was a note flying out of the limo and landed by my feet. "If you want your friend back, beat us at Candyland on PR2. Otherwise his head will be sent to your address by mail." Confident in my many years of playing Candyland, I thought this would be no trouble at all. It was a few hours later that I realized, this was my ex-best friend. He always beat me at everything. "His account is still rank 20, I have nothing to worry about!" I thought to myself. Fast forward to 2 nights later. I was on the Carina server with nobody but him, his 2 lackeys, and someone else's 4 rank 60+ macro accounts. "Well his lackeys are rank 28 and 31, surely I can beat them too!" Then I look on the Campaign. I couldn't believe my eyes. Those rank 60+ accounts weren't someone macroing, those were my ex-best friend and his lackey's accounts! I was only rank 22, how was I going to beat these punks? Realizing I had little to no shot of winning this race, I did something drastic. I stopped my macro on the Derron server and logged into my rank 76 account. Now it is I who had the upper hand! I have to imagine they were trembling in fear, quaking in their boots. They were such wusses, they didn't even want to race me. For I am the great Platform Racing 2. I am literally the name of the game, and you know that no one ever beats the game at itself. That's when I received a PM that read as follows: "The race is off, you can have your drunk friend back." Good thing my high rank scared them off. Little did they know, I am actually a terrible racer. So when you say you heard I am a bodyguard and chauffer, that's only because of that one random night where I saved you in Berlin.

(30th September 2023, 5:22 PM)Mia Wrote: Why do you make me sound so pathetic and humiliated in your story?

(30th September 2023, 5:39 PM)Mia Wrote: Like, I had one sentence saying you're drunk and make women uncomfortable (and also said I was a rank 76 that's terrible at racing to even it out). Your whole story revolved around my life being in shambles