I love when people ask me what my plans are and, like, yeah,
I’m busy for sure. And, like,
the only thing on my schedule is, like,
till queueing valorant, getting sight.
Stop!
I don’t know where you ulted.
Be canceled. Cancel
out of here! More, more, more!
Oh, my god.
Say tovin. Wait,
gyro, can you stand still?
It’s on vine. No, no,
turn around.
What? I don’t like this, man.
What do you mean? What do you mean?
A pillar. A pillar!
Please, Jed!
Oh, my god,
Amy, please don’t die.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
I’m holding you. Oh, Amy.
Oh, sorry,
sorry, sorry, sorry.
I’m locked in for, like.
Are you married? Do you have a green card?
Now I have 18 elo.
That means I can lose my next game and still lose another one
and not them out to ascend in three.
You’re playing Cypher? What the. Who is Cypher?
Oh, nice, nice, nice.
If you ever look at me in the fucking eyes and say,
I wonder what’s going on inside her head, that’s