Speaker 1: Come on, yes, yes, yes, oh yes, you are so done.
Where do you think you're going? You cannot escape my
fiery judgment. Oh my gosh, you're so annoying. Stop running away,
you cowardly coward. There is no escaping me with that
sliver of HP one hit and you are toast. Get
back here, you little that's a dead end. I've gotcha. Boom,
get wrecked, dork. That's right, weep while you add another
tally to Queen Elle's score. Wait oh wait, wait wait
wait does that mean we tied? Ough? Yeah, you were
only one win ahead and that was the last game.
B all, no, way, No, I'm not content with that.
Ties are boring. Besides, this victory podium is only big
enough for my small feet, and you know I hate
to share. Well, I told you that we needed to
have an odd number of games to play so we
couldn't possibly tie. But no, you were all like, not, Elle,
it'll be so unlikely that we win an even number
of games. It'll surely be fine. Twenty is the perfect number. Yes,
you do sound like that. So now what are we
supposed to do? We can't just leave it off as
a tire. Yeah, I know, we need a tiebreaker. But
we can't just play another game. We planned this months ago,
carefully forming our roster of games. You pick ten, I
picked ten. That way we had an even playing field. Yeah,
well that's the thing. There's no way that you and
I are going to agree on a game to play
as the deal breaker. All bro, Trust me, we won't
any game that either of us suggests will be vetoed
because the other person doesn't like it as much or
isn't as good at it. I know us, we're equally
stubborn and annoying. All right, Well, why don't we wrestle
for victory? Just full on arm wrestling. I'm not picky,
you're just chicken because you remember me absolutely destroying those
bullies and headlocks that one time. Yes, I was the
champion of the girls wrestling team in high school for
two years in a row. That is also true. All right, Well,
I think that there's only one thing left for us
to do, only one thing we could possibly do as
a tiebreaker that is equally fair to us both. It's
time to play a game that we both absolutely despise.
You know the one I'm talking about. I know, I know.
We vowed never to touch this piece of Pooh game
ever again all those years ago. But to preserve the
sanctity of our clandestine Bye annual Awesome Friendship Pals gaming tournament,
we need to work on that name. We must return
to its, to its disgusting embrace in the name of
being fair. Oh, it has to be downloaded, right, That
was anti climactic. Huh. Oh, that really messed up my
heroic speech. Okay, come on, you know this is the
only possible fair option. We don't have any games that
we like equally, but this is the one game that
we both hate equally, So this is the only way
to have a true winner. Oh yeah, you want to
add some more steaks to our little competition. Huh, all right,
seems appropriate for a tiebreaker such as this. I pick
up what you're putting down. What are you thinking? Huh,
you little monster right from my heart and soul. Oh
you want me to lend you my lucky hoodie, my
rare Jurassic Park promotional hoodie with the holographic logo on
the label. Bruh. What could you possibly need that kind
of luck for? Oh? You know that it's lucky. That's
why you petition to ban me from wearing it during
our tournaments four years ago. Oh my god. All right, fine,
you want my hoodie, then okay, you get to borrow
my hoody for one day of your choosing. I don't
care what it's for, a job interview, a date, a
trip to Vegas, whatever, But if you're going to go
right for the essence of my entire being like that,
I'm going to take something from you if I win.
Oh oh, trust me. It is equally as precious to
you as my hoodie is to me, and you're equally
protective of it. No, not your wristband collection. I mean
that little inny bitty secret that you have. Oh, you know,
the one about that crush you have. You know, the
crush you have on me. Oh honey, don't be cute.
I know you have a crush on me. I know
you've had it for a while now, but I want
to hear you say it nice and loud. So if
I win, then you have to confess got it. That's right.
In addition to the sacred Bye Annual Awesome Friendship Pals
Gaming tournament cardboard crown that we made when we were younger,
in addition to that holy relic, you get to have
my hoodie for a day. But if I win, you
confess deal, shake on it. Hell yeah, perfect timing because
the worst game ever released has officially finished downloading. Are
you ready to dance in hell with me and grasp
victory from the eternal sadness in despair that awaits us
on this loading screen? Okay, let's establish the rules. We
play the best of three rounds, random map, no overs
or mulligans, and as per usual, no touching or trying
to mess with the opponent during the game. Okay, winner
takes all. Oh and last rule, don't you dare let
me win? Got it? Play to win because I know
you and guys like to let their crushes win, and
we both know that you have a crush on me,
so don't let me win. I'm serious. Okay, you ready,
Let's do this? Three two one? Oh? Oh god no
no no, the controls no, no, no, no no, the
memories are all coming back to me. Oh god, how
do you even how did you do that? No? No, no, no,
no no no. Oh. I hate this game. Okay, Round
one goes to you, but hey, how do you roll?
Come on, dude, just tell me make this fair? Yes,
I mean gross? Who designs that sequence of buttons to
do a command roll. But yes, okay, now you're gonna
be toast. Round two. Here we go. Oh my god,
I swear I will never get used to how awful
this game is, even when I know what's coming. It
makes me so angry. Oh my god, I'm gonna throw up.
This is awful. Oh no, no, no, no, no, no,
no no no ew yes, yes, yes, yes, okay. Round
two goes to me. But I don't feel good about it.
I mean I do about beating you, but not about
playing this game. All right, One more round, one more round,
and we're done with this sick and twisted form of torture. Okay,
are you ready because you need to lock in? All right?
This is for all the marbles, all the jelly beans,
and I know you want to protect your cheeky little secret,
don't you, bestie? Final round a tiebreaker, within a tiebreaker,
the steaks could not be higher. Ready three two one,
and go ah, oh my god, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
oh my god. I want to come bust into flames.
I hate this, I hate this, I hate this. Oh
come on, there's no way you're beating me like that mister,
get back here. Oh no, no, no, no, no, Oh
my gosh, no way, What the hell was that? Since
what are their power in this game? How did you
even control your character well enough to get a power up?
Oh yeah, well, well well I can do that too,
Yes I can. Oh my gosh, I can't even see
your health anymore. How are you still in the game?
Oh my god, no, no, as if the game spawned
that there for you. No no, no, no, no, no,
no no no, are you serious? No way, get over here,
you little brut. There is no way that you beat
me like that. That was insane. I knew that we
should have just wrestled. Uh yeah, I'm hitting you down
after that display. Oh skill, you go out lucky, That's
all I want to do over. You know, I'm not
gonna lie. You look kind of cute under me like this.
Oh nothing, no, no, no, nothing. Okay, I know I
know that I said no do overs, but come on,
I can't go out like that. I can't believe I
was defeated by this silly, stupid, gross, good for nothing game.
But fine, you win fair and square, even though being
even remotely good at that game isn't anything to be
proud of well, even if you won, I mean, you
could just let me win, forfeit the tiebreaker and just
say that like I win instead. Yeah, I know, I
said no letting me win, but I'm allowed to retrack
that rule since it relates to me, you know, and
I really want to win. I mean, think about it.
I get to keep my crown and my hoodie, and you,
ooh get to relieve yourself of the burden of carrying
around that secret crush you have on me. Wouldn't it
just be so much easier if you didn't have to
hide it anymore, if you could just let it all out.
I do want you to say it. I want you
to be able to speak your mind and be honest,
and I really want to see all of those cute,
little nervous expressions that you'll make when you say the words.
Come on, just say it. Just tell me that you
have a crush on me. We both know already, because
I just want to hear you say it. Maybe maybe
I just want you to be the one to confess first,
so I don't seem like a gooey, mushy mess when
I finally tell you how I feel, hoping that you
feel the same way, because maybe, just maybe I have
a crush on you, and maybe I really do, Like
maybe I've had a crush on you for so long
that I've never even had a crush on anyone else. No,
I'm not messing with you. I I love you as
a friend and companion and the person that I trust
most with my life. And the annoying Doric who is
so unreasonably handsome and sweet and funny and kind and
maybe a cracked gamer even though that game doesn't count.
And I'm the most important person in my life like ever,
who makes me feel so valued and good whenever he's around.
I love you like that for real. See I told
you I would be a gooey, mushy mess. You won
the tournament, fair in the square, you get the crown,
You get my hoodie, And I know it wasn't part
of the deal, But if you do have a crush
on me, you should say it now or forever hold
your peace. Oh, if you confess, you can wear my
rare HOODI you whenever you want, as much as you want.
M that's how much you mean to me. So do
you feel the same way, then? Why did you make
me wait so long? For you to answer, really you
really do actually? Oh my gosh, oh no, I'm giggling.
I mean, yes, I was almost entirely sure, but that
seven percent of doubt in my head was really stressful.
But you do you really do? You really like me?
And I really like you? Oh good, Here I am
squealing like a baby. Oh god, it's so embarrassing. Stop
just be cool, become be cool, become Oh I love
you so much. I never imagined that I'd be able
to say that out loud, But now here we are,
and you know what, I think it's time for a
victory ceremony. Take an E as the winner of the
previous bi annual Awesome Friendship Pals Gaming Tournament, name still
pending as the reigning champion, and her royal majesty of Awesomeness, I,
Queen el forfeit the sacred crown to you, the new
king and winner of this tournament. May your reign be
long and happy for the next six months till I
claim the throne that is rightfully mine. In addition, I
present to you my most treasured possession, my limited edition
Jurassic Park Lucky hoodie, which you may wear for a
single day of your choosing. Hmm, Then what else I
think I know? And now you may rise, my liege. Yeah,
I suppose you're right. At the end of the day,
I guess we did kind of both win, didn't we
getting our true feelings out in the open, kissing each
other for the first time, allowing ourselves to be happy
with each other to the fullest extent from now on. Yes,
I do normally hate ties, but I'm satisfied with this
kind of tie. I mean, I have a lot of
words to describe that kiss we shared just now, and
boring was not one of them. But the thing is,
even though we both won, we both lost as well.
You want to know why, because whenever we think about
this moment, the moment we confess to each other where
we shared our first kiss, it's going to be accompanied
by the soundtrack of the worst game ever because we
didn't turn it off. Ah. I didn't know either. I
was too distracted by everything going on. But I can
hear it. I can hear it in my head. It's
literally playing in my head. It's gonna haunt us forever. Ah.
I mean, it's what we deserve. It's our punishment for
our hubris to even touch that game again. So I
guess we have to bear the curse. I think we
just have to roll with it for now. And let's
face it, we're too freaks that just fell in love
after playing that game. It's kind of technically the soundtrack
to our love. We don't have a choice. Yep, it's
gonna be our wedding song. No one else will know
what it's from but us, and we will hate it. Okay, No,
but really, I'm deleting this game. I ever want to
touch this slimy, grimy, disgusting, crusty game ever again. There Now,
my lover, king, what were you planning on doing with
my lucky hoodie? Wearing it on a date? Perhaps? Yeah?
A date with who Ala? Oh my god, you are
the worst. Now I'm really going to put you in
a headlock. Come here, Oh, tell me who you're really
talking about? Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
who you're really talking about. That's more like it, you dork.
After all, it's only fitting that a king goes out
with his queen, right, Yeah, that sounds fun. How about
we go out tonight. No reason to beat around the bush, right, Plus,
it's just about dinner time. I'm so hmm, let's go,
but be warned, if my hoodie gets sustained a rip
or any sort of damage, you will be in big trouble.
Uh huh. Believe me, you do not want to see
me mad. Okay, let's get going. I want to spend
every second I came with you tonight, holding hands, making out,
whatever we do, as long as I do it with you,
the guy that I love, happy, the happiest girl in
the world. I really do love you, almost as much
as I love my hoodie.