Hannelore and Winslow had barely rested at all in the past two days.
Why?
"GODDAMN IT, I HAD FIFTY-FOUR. FIFTY FOUR!" Hannelore was ready to tear out her hair at the
game on Winslow's screen.
"Why must we keep playing?" Winslow whined, looking sleepy even for a robot. "We have won several times!"
"I HAVE TO BEAT MY RECORD!"
[open to MC types, if you'd like. Mostly a post of evil because if you value your time you WILL NOT CLICK THAT LINK, which is courtesy of the evil and enabling
psychic_wonder.]