It was a lonely day in mod chat. The stream was long and the VC was empty. Everyone was on Do Not Disturb mode. Little did they know, everything was about to become very disturbing. Ginger drank her last drop of baja blast, the teal liquid tasted like life itself.
Bozzie entered the chat. Bunk entered chat, Tyler entered chat. It was time.
The mods all teleported to the core of the earth. The meeting was starting. They put their plans on the table and looked at each other.
"Do you think they know?" Bunk asked in his welsh accent.
"Of course not, its only CHEWSDAY" Tyler said in his very british accent.
Bozzie shook her head, "No way they know that Chandler's not real. They're all under the same illusion."
Ginger smiled, "who gets to pretend to be Chandler today?"
Bunk stepped forward and the curse to look like the one eyed streamer was placed upon him.
They teleported to the set which the mods pretended was Chandler's office and the cameras started rolling.
The simps in chat donated money and by the time they were finished they were rolling in the tens of dollars they had earned.
the end
