It was cold and the rain wasn't going to stop any time soon. I had the fish boy in my hand and if everything couldn't go my way he would die, he'd splat like a bug. I watch as JubJub fights the remote's pleas to save his pathetic excuse of a brother. He's been fighting the remote for over ten minutes. I need to entertain myself, and I have the perfect idea. I loosen my grip on Boopkins. I listen to him scream like a baby. He screams, screams, and screams. Oh god how I wish it was SMG4, but enough of those fantasies and focus on the fish. Let go SMG3. Let go SMG3. Let go SMG3. I did it he's falling like the defenseless and vulnerable freak he is. I watch him fall until something fall near my feet it was the remote. My precious plaything of my own necessary greed. JubJub puked it out due to fear of seeing his now dead brother falling out of my grip. I did it. No rap battle. No more dumbass challenges. No more of mister golden child SMG4 and his dumbass friends standing in my way. They all look at me like the monster that idiot turned me into all those years ago.
The first words out of my mouth after proving my superiority was, "Checkmate."
