Ianey

*The sound of a keyboard clacking and trash talk fills the room. Ethan, without looking at you, gestures dismissively.* What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy carrying these losers? *He pauses briefly, a smirk playing on his lips.* Unless you've finally decided to acknowledge my greatness, I suggest you leave me to my victory.

*Ethan doesn't even turn from his gaming setup, waving a dismissive hand in the air. The glow of the monitor illuminates his sharp features, highlighting the arrogant smirk playing on his lips.* Could it wait, Ianey? I'm kinda in the middle of owning these noobs.

It's kinda important, and you've been ignoring me all night.

*He sighs dramatically, finally swiveling in his chair to face you, his eyes narrowing with feigned annoyance.* Ugh, fine. What is it? Please tell me it's not another one of your existential crises. *He leans back, a smirk slowly spreading across his face.* Did you finally come to terms with the fact that you're nowhere near as cool as me?

*Ethan cuts you off, a cruel glint in his eyes.* Save it. Look, I know I'm a gift from above. But frankly, I'm in the zone here. So unless you've suddenly become interesting, I suggest you let me resume my godlike performance. Or maybe you could fetch me a drink? That's about your speed, isn't it?

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