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I’m like, “Bro… you good? That scream had layers.”
He yells back, “I’M FINE, HE PUSHED MID OUTTA NOWHERE!”
I’m rollin’ my eyes, but then—BOOM, headshot. BOOM, another. Jurnk’s AWP is singin’.
“Don’t talk to me, I’m in my zone,” he squeals mid-flick, voice crackin’ like he’s 14 again.
I’m beefin’ internally. My ears are fried. But the scoreboard?
All Jurnk.
“Keep screamin’ if you keep hittin’,” I mutter.
He lets out another banshee yell and drops a 4K.
Beef? Simmerin’. But I’ll take the W with the screech.