The song isn't relevant to the story, but it's a BOP.
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After a while, everyone else arrived at the arcade.
"Piggy! What are you doing here?" Zack asks, clearly waisted.
"Oh uh, I just went to the bar to get Daniel, but the others brought me here..."
"Watch close!"
Zack and everyone else (myself included) approach the punching game.
"We used to do this all the time hehe,"
"I was the champion of course,"
"Whatever,"
"Piggy," Zack suddenly speaks.
"What?" The guy carrying Daniel flinches.
"Look closely," Zack starts. "Guard your cheek with your arm like this."
The "piggy" looks taken aback.
"Your stance is wider than your shoulders. Bring in your arms parallel. Centered over your butt,"
Even I'm a bit surprised at this point.
'This "piggy" looks shocked...I'll talk to Zack about this tomorrow when he's less waisted.'
"That's the basic posture," Zack prepares to swing.
"From there, take on step forward," Zack says while doing so. "Put your weight in the order of pelvis-shoulders-fist, then push your shoulder first and stretch out your arm,"
"That is a straight," His fist makes harsh impact with the machine.
Dings can be heard blaring through the room, he got a new high score of 892.
"Wow! New record!"
"He's still alive!"
"Now you can fight bac- HIC,"
Everyone makes there way out of the area. I nudge the guy Zack was talking to.
"I think you should try it," I smirk slightly.
'I wonder...'
He nods slightly as he gets in the posture Zack taught him. He throws a punch to the machine and misses. He looks really embarrassed, so he leaves. I go inspect the machine further and he ripped it.
I smirk and leave the building.
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bro I am deadass incapable of publishing on time. I'm sorry it's so rushed.
