Ken: *plays Poker with Steven*
Steven: I hate this game.
Ken: 33.
Steven: Hit me.
Ken: 56. You lose.
Steven: So I did. This game is stupid.
Ken: You're a poor sport. Want to play again?
Steven: No, but I will play Push The Cards Off In Anger! *does just that*
Ken: Pick those cards up right now!
Steven: *hits Ken with a hammer*
Ken: Yow!!!!
Steven: You pick them up!
Ken: *beats up Steven*
Steven: *getting beat up*
Allie: Steven is such a sore loser!
Ken: *still beating up Steven*
Steven: *still getting beat up*
This story was written on Saturday, September 28th, 2024.
A/N Steven, you're a poor sport! It's only a game! 😅😅😅😅😅 Don't be a silent reader. Please leave feedback. Thanks.
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