Everyone opened their eyes to begin the new day, but from the fidgeting of one of the players, it was obvious that this day was going to be a bit different.
“Alright guys, I have to use the bathroom. Sit tight.” Launchpad stood up and went to the bathroom. As he came back, he heard loud yelling that he presumed could only be coming from the players of the game, though he could not tell the voices apart.
“I’ve had enough of your shit already!,” one player yelled. “Hey dude, why don’t you sit down and take it easy?”
“OH YOU’RE GONNA STAND UP FOR HIM, WELL FUCK YOU,” which was followed by a loud crash. When Launchpad turned the corner and was in sight of the table, he saw a plate of tacos on the floor. Everyone had been seated by this point, but one of the players just stood up and stormed out. Launchpad did not know who this person was.
As Launchpad took his seat at the table again, he looked around suspiciously. “what the fuck just happened?”
No one responded. They all reached down and took bites out of their tacos, but one individual at the table became increasingly stiff immediately after doing so. Suddenly he seemed to be choking then quickly dashed to the counter and leapt over it, presumably looking for something to drink.
“Who was… I don’t…”
“One was Coppa and the other was Rats.”
“Oh ok. Alright, that settles that then.”
Rats Off To Ya and Coppanuva have been removed from the table.