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Catch A Sailor If You Can

2009-06-16

“Sven.”

Sven sat with a controller in his hand.

“Sven!”

“Fuck! What is it? What do you want! I’m on level freaking twenty four and I’m this”, here Sven looked away from the television, pinching the air. “close to kicking the crap out of Cortex with gems.”

Red sat down on the couch to his left, staring blankly at a ‘GAME OVER’ screen.

“Dude where’s your mum?”

“I was so close too… you hungry?”

“Not really.”

“I’m making dim sims, last chance.”

“I’m not hungry, Sven, where’s your Mum?”