"I can only think of one darn good reason YOU'RE here, Joey," Marik squinted, wearing hipster glasses because why not be hipster? He ditched his Egyptian wardrobe for Hollister and Urban Outfitters. Togas just weren't his thing anymore.
Joey opened his mouth to say something, but his new grillz were hurting the heck out of his teeth. Gold and silver patterned, these things were hella regrettable. He was the white version of Lil Wayne. He never should have let himself get into Yugi's favorite genre-rap. 2 Chainz was the most inspiring thing he ever listened to. It was crazy.
"Oh, God, what have you DONE?!" Marik opened his eyes so wide they came out of his eye sockets and fell through the holes of his glasses. He awkwardly fitted them back into his head then pulled up the skinny jeans that he couldn't pull up all the way because they were so tight. He sagged so bad his whole rump was visible. His underwear were of his favorite cartoon characters Dexter and Dee Dee. They were limited edition; he got them, like, fifteen years ago at a thrift store in Egypt when he was let out of Pyramid Sneferu. Pyramid Sneferu was one of his many homes, but that's where he stayed in when he was grounded as a child. More than half his life he was grounded because his father hated his guts and didn't want anything to do with him. His dad was a drinker but whatever. Let's not get into that.
The blond haired freak looked at the large chains wrapped around his neck. "How Would Yhu Like To See Mah Cribzz.?" His sentence structure even verbally was written like the typical African American middle school student. He was a very promising young child: in basic classes, passing with C's, skipping weeks on end, failing spelling quizzes. This was the life.
"No thank you, I have to go to Starbucks soon and get iced coffee at 4pm with my new friends," Marik pointed at a group of 20 year old furries who acted like a bunch of wolves. "They.. aren't as weird as you think. They're good at Yu-Gi-Oh.. Wait! I mean.. children's card games. Duel Monsters isn't the only one. They play Pocket Monsters and Digital Monsters and Beyblade-"
"Cut De Krap And LET IT RIP.!.!.!.!" Joey yelled through his nose, running away with that slogan in mind. "Let It Rip.!" He farted loudly before finding his best friend Tristan in a distant land called Japan.
