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“And that, folks, is how you sign your own death certificate,” Hughie muttered, throwing his hands up in resignation. “You stupid little bollox.”
throwing his hands up in resignation. “You stupid little
“I’m your daddy on the field, bitch.”
“We’re clear,” he spat out. “Good boy.” I slapped his cheeks with my hands and smirked. “Now fuck off.”
“No cheats!” Johnny barked an hour later. “That’s fucking cheating.” “No, it’s not.” I laughed as I keyed in another cheat code to load my guy up on life. “You never said anything about cheat codes.” “Yeah, I fucking did,” Johnny huffed from beside me. “‘No memory cards. Start from scratch, and the person who completes the most missions before dying is the winner,’” I mimicked his voice. “You never said anything about cheat codes.” “You’re dangerous,” Johnny grumbled. “And sneaky.”

