“Die bitch die!”

“You’re going down bastard!”

“Ha! Eat that shrimp, FIVE hit combo!”

“Yeah, watch this!!…HA! Read ‘em Schu, read em! EIGHT HITS BABY!”

“DAMMIT!!” Schuldich shouted as the screen flashed that Player 1, Fox, had won. Nagi jumped up and did a little victory dance, causing Crawford’s eyes to stray over the screen of his laptop.

“What the hell are you two doing?” Farfarello questioned as he walked out of the shower.

“Kicking Schu’s ass in Bloody Roar.” Nagi replied smugly.

“What’s that?” It was obvious Farfarello’s interest was peaked.

“A stupid video game.” Schuldich sulked.

“You just say that because you can’t win.” Brad muttered.

“Well, if YOU’RE so cool, why don’t you try and beat the geek!?” The German snapped.

“He’s chicken.” Farfarello replied non-chalantly. “I’ll play.”

“I’LL play.” Crawford stood and stalked over to the game. Within a few minutes, the Schwarz leader and resident psychopath had learned the controls.

“Lets have a team battle.” Nagi suggested.

“You two against us.” Schuldich replied immediately.

“All right.” And so it began…Crawford and Nagi VS Schuldich and Farfarello…American and Japanese VS German and Irish…Long the Tiger and Fox the…Fox VS Hujo the Wolf and…

“You chose ALICE!?” Schuldich raised an eyebrow at his lover. “You chose a RABBIT?”

“Well…duh.” Farfarello rolled his amber eye.

And so for the rest of the night into the wee hours of the morning, shouts of “EAT THAT BITCH!” and “DIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!” were heard down the entire block.

~End, we hope~