The Walking Tremor: Face to Face - Lance/Todd - Some Things Never Change.
The frustrated nudge of his friend only cause Lance to fall further into his giggle fit, and despite a few botched combos, he managed to land a final strike on Reptile, who went careening across the screen, accompanied by Shao Khan’s voice saying, “FINISH HIM.” Lance, of course, did the correct combo to get the stage fatality.
Baraka poise himself, and launched Reptile into the air with an uppercut, sending him falling the long long way into the pit below, with hilarious effects. “Baraka wins. FATALITY.”
Lance snickered and looked back over his shoulder. “Baraka kicks ass.” He leaned back, picking up the whiskey bottle and pouring himself another drink, chugging it down competently and sitting up straight again. “You up for another round, Slime Bucket?” he affectionately teased.
“I fuckin’ know Baraka kicks ass—why you think A’m playin’ wit’ my betta’ characta’s?” the boy slurred out in response, watching the fatality screen and giggling madly at the very graphic death.
When it was just a video game, it was easy to distance yourself from it—even find it humorous. Video games were, after all, just pixels of an image in the data on a motherboard inside a plastic cartridge; no one ever truly got hurt.
Maybe it was a good thing that they got some distance from reality for awhile.
“Man, you don’ even have ta’ ASK me—A’ll play ya’ any place, any time, any way,” the amphibian coolly answered, looking quite assured that this would be the case.
He’d play until he passed out if that made Lance feel better—he could scarcely complain for a minute if he could improve morale just by being a dunderhead.
Maybe that was part of the reason Magneto kept him—
Once in awhile, everyone needs a good laugh.