It was a cold, winter's night in a small Michigan town, Jill was up playing Overwatch with her friend, the weeb, Mia, the baddest ace bitch, Brittany, and the Kush master, Snoopel. She was playing her boy, Junkrat, and was doing great. With every use of the rip tire she held her Junkrat body pillow tighter. Everytime Jill picked Junkrat everyone else just gave up on trying to get the Play of the Game, except Mia, who was now. D.va main and was probably a sentient pile of salt at this point. Jill secretly wished for a man like Junkrat, it didn't matter that his ass was non-existent, she loved him anyway. Little did she know that someone heard her wish.
