At the hospital.
Chester Sawyer and Donovan Sheridan were bored and playing video games.
They were both the type to sleep too much during the day, leaving them wide awake at night.
Donovan Sheridan was feeling down and venting his frustration on the game. He kept making mistakes, causing Chester Sawyer to frown. "Mr. Shaw, stop feeding them kills! Do you even know how to play?"
"And you've never fed anyone a kill?"
"That was a mistake!"
...
The match wasn't even over, but the two of them were already bickering endlessly over who was the worse player, driving their teammate to a complete meltdown:
'These two are the epitome of 'all addiction, no skill.' They both play like absolute garbage, yet they're so full of themselves...'
"Hey, Mr. Shaw..." Chester Sawyer scooted closer to Donovan Sheridan.
"What do you want now?"
"Are you and my uncle close?"
Donovan Sheridan raised an eyebrow. "What's this? You trying to get some intel on him?"
"I... I'm not!"
