> Troy, cease your swearing at once. There may be children present.
You cease. You'll do anything for the children.
> Now get your ass back upstairs. You need to play video games.
Nah.
> SO HELP ME YOUNG MAN.
Meh.
> Do it for the children.
You hurry your ass up towards his room.
> Be stopped by unforeseen events.
When it comes to being stopped by unforeseen events, you're simply the best. The ground collapses below your feet to reveal a spike pit.
> Fall to your death.
You proceed to fail at this task. You fall in-between the spikes, in a hole that's exactly your shape. You really hate your sister sometimes.
> If you're not dieing, get back to your room already.
...
> For the children.
You feel more determined than ever to get back to the house. Too bad that's your sisters favorite place to put her traps. It doesn't matter. You can practically here these non-existent children cheering you on.
> Ninja your way through the rest of the traps.
You proceed to do summersaults, jumps, and back flips into every trap.
> Just get in the house already.
Fine, after setting off all the traps, you go in the house. You pass your sister hanging from the ceiling. You've learned not to disturb her during these times.
> Man your computer, and arm the pesterchum bullets.
One second, checking the download. Oh, it's already down to 8 hours. No wait, it's at 11 days. Now it's at 12 second.
> Cease watching your unpredictable device, and follow the captains orders. For the children!
You join the already opened chat.
Pesterlog:
-- incisiveCuttlery [IC] began pestering wanderingChampion [WC] at 16:16 --
IC: sorry. sis caught me when i went out to get the mail.
IC: i don't see why she always needs to ground me. how was i suppose to know the neighbors would get mad if i cut up their tree a bit?
IC: anyway, yeah, i have the game. you really need to get a new computer. 10 hours? do you want me to threaten it for you?
IC: well, i'm putting in the client disk now.
WC: Sorry, I was busy with things, there were traps, and I might have fallen in some, and then sister was on the ceiling and I kept finding new things to run into.
IC: Shush.
WC: But
IC: Shhhhhhhhhhhh
WC: Are you okay.
IC: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
WC: Um...
IC: Okay, that was pretty, install complete. And only twelve dead stuffed animals. Not that they weren't already dead. Just more dead then they were before. Only a crazy person would have a live stuffed animal.
WC: <3
IC: ...
IC: Are you going to admit you have a crush on me yet?
WC: Have no idea what you're talking about.
IC: You're always doing stuff like that.
WC: I told you, that's just an oddly shaped knife.
IC: Whatever, I have everything running on my end, I can at least get started.
WC: Who are you going to be server player for?
