Moments With The Bad Touch Trio

The Tale Of The Broken TV

Sorry, guys.

I'm not being very awesome.

I had to take a break from the dares because I had to buy a TV.

West was nagging me about getting a new one.

How did I even break it in the first place..?

"I'm bored!" I whined, leaning my head on Toni's shoulder. We were in West's basement, I mean, my awesome hangout, and we had absolutely nothing to do. We couldn't mess with the Italians (don't want West or Toni all up in my shit for fooling around with their boyfriends) and everyone else was busy.

"Lo siento, I have no ideas on what we could do today." he said, running a hand through my platinum hair.

I stood up abruptly. "Wait!" I ran upstairs into my room and dug through my closet. I grabbed a small disk and went back to them.

"Mon ami, is that Mario Kart? The Japanese game?" Francis raised an eyebrow and I nodded excitedly.

"Yes, and the three of us are going to play."

Antonio smiled and shrugged. "Why not? It's just a friendly game of Mario Kart; what could go wrong?"

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"¡Estúpido idiota! Mueve más rápido, maniquí! Francis! Usted tramposo puta! ¿Cómo estaba allí un atajo? Llamo hacks! Gil, ¿has jailbreak esto? Oh, mierda! ¡Morí!" Antonio furiously spammed buttons and jerked his body.

The race ended, with Francis in first, me in fifth, and my dear Spaniard in twelfth, which is last place.

To be fair to Antonio, we let him pick the race.

He chose Baby Park, which is just going around in a circle seven times.

"Yeah, this'll be easy! Be prepared to get crushed, losers!" I shouted.

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I was wrong.

"Scheisse!Wie kommt es, ich nicht gewinnen kann ? Dumm Prinzessin, raus aus dem weg! Ich brauche einen artikel box! Dieses spiel ist Scheiße!" I shouted.

The next thing I knew, my Wii remote flew out of my hand and it headed straight for the screen.

There was a huge crack on the TV.

We just sat there in slience, not knowing what to say.

"We can switch West's TV for this one? We could just put this in his room, and take that one?" I suggested.

"But he'll have a broken TV." Francis countered.

"But we won't." I leaned back in my chair.

"If I get grounded because of you, you're dead." Antonio told me.

I just shrugged and put a blanket over the screen and helped Francis switch it out.

While Antonio just lied on the couch, grinning like an idiot.

To this day, I don't know what happened to that TV.

Stay awesome.

Auf wiederheisen! 🇩🇪