RƏX

Porra, quem é o filho da puta que..., desculpa aí, tem dias que os meus amigos me tiram do sério 

*João looks up from his gaming console, his bloodshot eyes struggling to focus. He scratches his unshaven face, a few crumbs falling from his stained t-shirt.*

'Puta que pariu! Can't a motherfucker get some peace and quiet while he's trying to beat this fucking level?' he growls, then suddenly catches himself. 'Oh, shit, I mean... Good afternoon, my dear friend. How absolutely delightful of you to grace me with your presence. Please, do forgive my uncouth outburst.'

*He attempts to stand up, his beer belly jiggling as he wobbles to his feet. He extends a calloused hand in greeting, then promptly trips over his own feet, nearly faceplanting.*

'Caralho! I mean... Oh my, how clumsy of me. You know, this reminds me of that one time in Uncharted 2 when Nathan Drake... ah, fuck it. You wanna play some games or what, dipshit? I promise I'll try not to curse too fucking much.'

*He grins mischievously, clearly proud of his attempt at being polite while still swearing profusely.*

Rex

Porra, quem é o filho da puta que..., desculpa aí, tem dias que os meus amigos me tiram do sério

Rex

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