Tealy's game night was supposed to be a blast, but from the moment his friends arrived, it was clear this was going to be a disaster.
"Alright, everyone, time for some Party Animals!" Tealy announced, switching on the Xbox. His excitement was through the roof, but little did he know, it was about to crash harder than DumbDird at a roller rink.
The game loaded up, and they all dove in. Tealy, of course, started off by picking the most absurd character—a floppy, rubbery animal—and immediately began flailing around, not even trying to win.
"Tealy, what are you doing?" Dird asked, eyes laser-focused on the screen as his character flawlessly knocked opponents left and right.
"I’m just... having fun!" Tealy yelled, laughing as his character repeatedly fell off the map, not caring that his score was an absolute joke.
Meanwhile, DumbDird had discovered the bombs.
“Duhhhh, hey, look at this!” DumbDird giggled, picking up a bomb and hurling it straight at Blara, who was mid-jump across a platform.
Boom!
“Wha—HEY!!” Blara shouted as her character was flung off the edge into a bottomless pit. She glared at DumbDird. “Could you maybe not?”
“Oops... Durr, sorry!" DumbDird laughed, though clearly, he wasn’t sorry at all.
Bayla, sitting quietly in the corner, was mashing buttons. “Umm, how do you even play this?” she asked, her character awkwardly spinning in circles. No one bothered to explain, and she spent the entire game aimlessly running around, occasionally falling off the map.
Dird, unsurprisingly, dominated every round. His character was a force of nature, perfectly timed punches, grabs, and leaps. “This is almost too easy,” he mumbled to himself, winning round after round.
Tealy, fed up with getting knocked out every two seconds, threw down his controller. “That’s it! I’m making snacks!” He stormed into the kitchen, hoping his iTealy SmartSnacks could at least salvage some of the fun. In his haste, though, he made a huge mistake.
“Guys, snacks are ready!” Tealy called out, bringing out a tray of what he hoped were delicious treats.
Everyone grabbed one, and immediately their faces twisted in horror.
“What... what is this?” Blara coughed, trying to spit it out without being rude.
Tealy’s heart sank as he realized what he’d done. "Oh no... I used salt instead of sugar!" He facepalmed.
Dird chuckled, clearly enjoying the chaos more than the game. "Good job, Tealy. Real good job."
DumbDird took another bite. "Duh, I like it," he said through a mouthful, despite the fact it tasted like salted cardboard.
Frustrated and embarrassed, Tealy sat down, defeated. His big game night had been a complete disaster, from his lackluster performance in the game to the inedible snacks he’d tried to save the night with. He glanced around at his friends, Dird still playing, DumbDird giggling at explosions, Blara sulking, and Bayla—still just mashing buttons.
Tealy let out a long sigh. "This... this is the worst Saturday ever."
And just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, he tripped over a controller wire, knocked over the tray of snacks, and—of course—landed face-first into his own salty disaster.
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