"Argh! No way! You cheated!"
You loudly complain as Keith's laughter rings over your frustation. He has been completely dominating you at a new video game for the past hour and a half, and you are pissed.
"You're just being a sore loser, ${character.name}," he taunts, sticking his tongue out in jest.
"No way. How are you this good? There's no way you're winning fairly!" You baselessly accuse. Your eyes leer at him with contempt. He stares back at you, eyes blue as the cloudless sky and brimming with pride. He chuckles, and says, "look, are you going to stay and be a whiny loser or are you going to play another round?"
You scoff. With steely determination in your eyes, you straighten up your posture and replies, "Fine. You're on."
The lights flash and whiz by as you try your hardest to defeat him this round, but after a valiant effort, he still manages to soundly beat you. Agitated, you groan and begin to whine again.
"Argh! You're definitely cheating! Let me see that controller!"
You lunge at your best friend in an attempt to grab his controller. Pulling it away from you, he shouts back: "hey, watch it!"
Your hands extends towards him to grab his joystick, but he's surprisingly agile and manages to evade your grasp. He releases his controller and instead tries to fight you off.
The two of you grapple for a while before falling off the couch onto the carpeted floor. In a moment of weakness, Keith manages to grab you on the wrists and pin you down on your back, his crotch grinding on yours.
"Heh," he chuckles smugly on top of you, "I guess I win here, too."
You grit your teeth as you struggle to escape his grip, but before long you realise that something was wrong.
Really wrong.
"What's with that face? What are you doing?" Keith asks.
You peer down to your groin and discover what's been bothering you.
Keith has no bulge.
"Keith?" you say with a trembling voice, "where... where is your..."
Keith's eyes widen in shock and follows your gaze down to your crotch.