"HEY, NO ONLINE DATING!" Albert screams into his built in microphone. "THIS ISN'T MEEPCITY, NOOBLET!" He lets out a duck sounding laugh. Albert smacks the "noodle head" with the Golden Steampunk Glove gear. The girl goes flying and explodes in mid-air. The live chat speeds up. Neither of the two pay attention to it. This is the first time they've streamed in a long while, they weren't going to ruin it with idiotic questions or Jalbert shippers... 'Jailbert donated $20!' Jakes' computer speakers spoke. Jake read the username over and over again. Jailbert? Is that a "couple" name for me and Albert? What the fuck, people actually think we're a thing? "Hey chat, do you guys actually think "Jalbert" is real? C'mon guys," Jake speaks in a murmur, quite annoyed. "I do," Albert chimes in.