Group Banter Race to a million
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Glad I don't know that one
I dont wanna be a fool for you...
Just another player in your game for two.
I quickly shifted away from bye bye bye and now it's I want it that way stuck in my head lol
Tell me WHYYYYYY
Remember O-Town?! "Cause I want it all! Or nothing at all!"
Boy Band time in the race to a million thread. YAY
Stan seems to have left too early to miss out on the fun.
I had to look that up lol sorry
Lol no worries. They had nothing on BSB, 98 or Nsync (and it was hard putting 98 in with the other two)
Oh gosh. These lyrics just popped in my head.
"come my lady, come come my lady, your my butterfly. Sugar!"
"come my lady, come come my lady, your my butterfly. Sugar!"
Oh I hate that song so much!!!
I had to turn on some T-swift to get it off out of my head. Now on to the Struts.
Suppose you could say you "shook it off"
Well played Soph!
The struts!!
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Scene: A dimly-lit, vibrating motel room with Sega chiptunes faintly playing from a Bluetooth speaker duct-taped to the headboard. Minxie Mouse is face-down, ass-up. Gritty the Goof is behind her, sweating like a man who’s about to break the Geneva Convention.
Gritty:
“Hyuck… Minxie… y-you good? I felt somethin’ give. That last stroke had resistance like I just clipped a power-up box…”
Minxie (struggling to speak):
“Gritty. Look down. Look what you did to me.”
[CLANG. CLINK. CLING.]
Gritty pauses. The room goes silent for 0.5 seconds. Then—
SFX: “DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING—”
Suddenly, actual golden Sonic rings EXPLODE out of her like a slot machine on bath salts.
They bounce off the walls, one smacks Gritty in the face, another goes straight into the bedside drawer and disappears. Rings keep tumbling across the bedspread as if someone just punched a hedgehog mid-sprint.
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Gritty (eyes wide, jaw dropped):
“WELL I’LL BE A TOON-FUCKIN’ LEGEND… I dislodged your Chaos Collection…”
Minxie (collapsing forward, wheezing):
“That’s 47 rings, Gritty. I counted. You ever make a woman lose her whole net worth mid-climax?”
Gritty (picking one up, inspecting it):
“This one’s still warm… hyuck… I’m keepin’ it. Makin’ it into a cock ring for round two.”
SFX: LOUD COLLECTIBLE DING plays as Gritty slips it on and glows like a Final Fantasy summon.
Minxie (turning her head slowly):
“Don’t you dare go Super Gritty on me. I ain’t got another economy in me.”
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Morgan Freeman narrating (again, for some reason):
“And thus, a new legend was born. One mouse. One goof. Forty-seven rings. And zero fucks left to give.”
Gritty:
“Hyuck… Minxie… y-you good? I felt somethin’ give. That last stroke had resistance like I just clipped a power-up box…”
Minxie (struggling to speak):
“Gritty. Look down. Look what you did to me.”
[CLANG. CLINK. CLING.]
Gritty pauses. The room goes silent for 0.5 seconds. Then—
SFX: “DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING—”
Suddenly, actual golden Sonic rings EXPLODE out of her like a slot machine on bath salts.
They bounce off the walls, one smacks Gritty in the face, another goes straight into the bedside drawer and disappears. Rings keep tumbling across the bedspread as if someone just punched a hedgehog mid-sprint.
⸻
Gritty (eyes wide, jaw dropped):
“WELL I’LL BE A TOON-FUCKIN’ LEGEND… I dislodged your Chaos Collection…”
Minxie (collapsing forward, wheezing):
“That’s 47 rings, Gritty. I counted. You ever make a woman lose her whole net worth mid-climax?”
Gritty (picking one up, inspecting it):
“This one’s still warm… hyuck… I’m keepin’ it. Makin’ it into a cock ring for round two.”
SFX: LOUD COLLECTIBLE DING plays as Gritty slips it on and glows like a Final Fantasy summon.
Minxie (turning her head slowly):
“Don’t you dare go Super Gritty on me. I ain’t got another economy in me.”
⸻
Morgan Freeman narrating (again, for some reason):
“And thus, a new legend was born. One mouse. One goof. Forty-seven rings. And zero fucks left to give.”
