So come on baby, won't you show some class? Why you want to move so fast?
WE DON'T HAVE TO TAKE OUR CLOTHES OFF, TO HAVE A GOOD TIME, OH NO
WE COULD DANCE AND PARTY, ALL NIGHT, AND DRINK SOME CHERRY WINE, UH HUH
na na na na nanana, NA NA
Oh boy, I'm going to more fighting game tourneys.
I hope I win on one day.
No wait, I can't go, it's Thursday, I have class.
CLASSES!![]()
My classes! I dropped my classes! I can't... er, degree without my glasses!
*blindly searches the ground*
Life is like a fighting game tournament, in a way: Everyone is sweaty and overly competitive, and at the end of the day you go home a dull, lifeless husk of your former self.