The female was motioning to not play and that she'll just watch, but the Gamer tends to zone out when talking about video games so he said, "Non-sense! C'mon and play with me!". I didn't know a Gamer had the capability of being able to stretch any of its muscles, but its face got incredibly wide with excitement. He grabbed the female's arm and drug her to the basement with him. I had to slide back down my ladder and get to my old vantage point for the Gamer's basement.
When I got there, the Gamer sat the female down on the couch and threw her a controller. "LET'S PLAY!" The two began to play a game called Halo 3 against each other and chose a game where the objective was to kill one another. Each time that I observed the female dying in the game, the Gamer from his gaming seat in front of her turned around and shouted colorful one-liners of slander and vulgarity. The female was beginning to fear for her life. Not because of the trash talk, but from all the germs from the spit threads that kept hitting her each time the Gamer turned around after a victory.
When the game was over, the Gamer asked what she wanted to do, and she proposed a movie to watch, "How about we just watch a movie or something? I just wanna relax, okay?" The Gamer took her back to the family room and I followed accordingly. He looked through all of his DVD's which mainly consisted of multiple versions of Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, and various anime collections (anime is normally a cartoon with limited animation). He took a DVD called Pokemon: The Movie, and put it in the DVD player. The female should have chosen to go to a movie theater instead....
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