If you don't know what The Game is, PM me. You'll be lost otherwise.
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"Hey, hey! Mal! Mal, hey! Mal! Mal! Hey, hey Mal! Mal!"
"What, peon?" Mal looked up from the table he was currently sitting at in the mindrealm, a pencil in one hand.
"You Just Lost The Game!"
They locked eyes, Mal's stare burning into Mike. Then, at the same time, Mal screamed in rage and Mike burst out laughing.
"YOU- YOU-"
"Pffffft, HAHAHAHAHAHA-"
"I'LL KILL YOU, YOU LITTLE-"
"Hahahaha...ha..." Mike abruptly stopped laughing. With a grave look, he looked into Mal's eyes.
"I just lost the game..."
They both groaned.
"Vhat is zis commotion about?" Svetlana popped up behind Mal.
"We lost the game."
Svetlana's face fell. "UGGGH!"
"Yo, what's up?" Vito walked over, Manitoba and Chester close behind.
"We're all losing The Game. Save yourselves and leave before you lose! PLEASE!" Mike pleaded.
They all looked at each other in silence, then groaned in unison.
"I just lost The Game."
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Hours later, but not many...
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"I just lost The Game." *groan* "I just lost The Game." *groan* "I just-"
"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" Mal screamed, getting to his feet. "Just think about anything but The Game!"
They all swore loudly.
"Just think about anything, anything else! Like... ORANGES! Yeah, those are fun!" Mal exclaimed triumphantly. They all began thinking about oranges.
"Yeah, oranges are fun. Lots of things are fun! Like kittens, and amusement parks, and games..." Mike stopped mid-sentence.
Mal fell to his knees and screamed at the sky, then crumpled to the ground and began sobbing.
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Decades later, but not many...
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"Mike?" Zoey gently poked him.
"Huh?" Mike blinked awake. He was lying in a hospital bed.
"Oh, thank God!" Zoey flung her arms around him. "You've been in a coma for years, locked in your own mind!"
"Yeah, I was with the others." He gestured towards his head.
"What were you doing?"
Mike's face went blank.
"What's wrong, Mike?"
"Zoey, I... I think I just lost The Game..."
Zoey blinked, then kicked a chair. "FUCK!"