“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.”
