My friend Chefco
was having one of the most frustrating games of COD in his life.
We’re talking 2 kills to 15 assists.
Sort of frustrating. And of course,
being the good friend that I am,
I made sure that this was all the more worse for him.
Billy, fuck you!
By doing useful things
like zipping across the map to help him out with his elimination
that he clearly needed my help with.
No, no, Bill.
But here’s a couple of clips of Chef K
slowly losing his mind over just getting assist after assist
after assist. Good job, guys.
Seven assist zero.
No assist. No. 8.
No. 8. Oh,
it’s. Man, this game is so lagging
too.
Fuck, I’ll never play with you guys again.
But despite all of this, he ended up being the hero of the game.
But the frustration was added for Chef Gate
because me and Bob were just tearing up the map.
This was despite COD’s shitty servers doing what they do best.
Yeah, I’m not sure what happened here either.
Or here they were literally falling apart on us
whilst we were trying to drop some 20 bombs.
But let’s fast forward to the end of the game,
where Chefko was brought back for an eighth time,
to which he quickly squandered that life too,
of course. But despite this,
he was ready to clutch up for his ninth life of the game
and secure us that win. Unfortunately,
neither of us Get to see what happened
as the Cod servers messed up again.
But you do get to listen to his redemption.
Haha, no.
Haha,
no, dude. Luke!
Ha ha! I got.
Where is he? Oh, there. Luke.
Beth, you have the highest.
But I finish it today. Ha ha!