Mad Beatdown

I gave him my last candy bar, and he gave me a crumby napkin. Worst trade ever.

She offered me her expired pizza, and I gave her my fake ID. Both of us lost.

He gave me his ugly hat, and I gave him my broken phone. We’re both fools.

I clicked and spaced so fast, my fingers were crying and my brain was on fire.

That game was so intense, I pressed my buttons until my hands were numb and my eyes were bleeding.

I clicked like a maniac and spaced like a lunatic. My keyboard almost died.