Terr: *groaning* Man, I�ve gotta stop this� 5L of ice cream and 4 hours of doom 3 right before bed HURTS� and I think me being the only single one in this place is starting to take its toll too� I just had that recurring mancubus dream again� you know, the one where I shoot it, but it�s a girl scout�
D.M: dude, doom�s fucking with your head.
*He gets up and pushes past them. He starts rummaging through a pile of unexplained junk.*
Terr: What else am I supposed to do while you guys are abandoning me for you girlfriends?
D.M: You could try to give up the�
Terr: *interrupting* Ow!
D.M: What?
Terr: My back� where the knives still are� you know, from where you guys STABBED ME IN THE BACK?
Dom: Uh, I didn�t want to be the one to tell you this� I mean it was all D.M�s idea but� OW! *DM has just kicked Dom* anyway, we�ve reached a decision. We drew straws over who was going to tell you and well, I lost�
Terr: Shut up. I�m trying to find Doom 3. At least my computer can�t ditch me for a chick�
Dom: Well, um� that�s what I have to tell you� it�s doing nothing for your health� let alone your sanity� and I�m getting sick of being mistaken for a mancubus in the dark and being beaten with knuckle dusters when I come home from being with the girl next door!
Terr: Damn mancubus� I�ll kill them ALL! ALL OF THE MANCUBUS ARE MINE!!
D.M: What Dom�s trying to say is, we�ve taken doom 3. And you can�t have it back until you show us you can leave the game in the game� and well� basically not try to kill us when we tap you on the shoulder.
*Terr�s eyes narrow into slits, his face turns red. Knuckle dusters appear from nowhere, and the ominous sound of blades sliding out from hidden places echoes through the room*
Terr: Now, I could be mistaken. Maybe this is another bad dream� I could�ve sworn that you just said that you� the puny insignificant creatures that you are, had just taken� my copy� of Doom 3�
*Dom pulls out a tranquilliser gun and shoots terr. He drops like a sack of sh�ugar*