(Rage comics, good times)

"Nothin much, just trying to practice, as you see it's not going well." Serj said.

I facepalm. "Amateurs." I say.

"Amateurs!" Shavo springs up.

"Eeeyup." I mutter. "Can't be pro if it's immaturity in your way. And if you're not pro you're amateur."

"I'll HAVE YOU KNOW!" Shavo shouted, "THAT SYSTEM OF A DOWN HAS SOLD MULTIPLE PLATINUM ALBUMS AND HAS WON A GRAMMY!"

"Here he goes." Serj rolled his eyes.

"Into another popularity fit." Daron continued.

"2 Words. YuGiOh. GX. Got dat homie?" I say. WK nods

"NO I DON'T GOT THAT HOMIE! WHY IS THAT EVEN RELEVANT!"

"Don't be a playa hater." I say.

"YOU SOUND LIKE A 90s HIPSTER!" Shavo shouted.

"Ugh." Daron sighed.

"THAT'S IT HOMIE YOU'RE TOAST!!!" I yell, one of my eyes green and the other orange. Winged Kuriboh disappears and I grow human-sized wings. "Come at me bro!!!"

((Deadlox= Don't do dis :D))

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"BRING IT HIPPIE!" Shavo shouts.

"Daron, you grab one arm I'll grab the other." Serj said.

((XD Ty))

I clench my fist. "LET'S GO DAWG! NO ONE CALLS ME, JADEN YUKI, A HIPPIE!!!"

(HIPPIE HIPPIE HIPPIE HIPPIE.....HEY LET ME GO!" Serj and Daron began dragging Shavo away.

Winged Kuriboh's spirit attacks Shavo as if WK was solid. "I'm ABSOLUTELY FLAWLESS!!!"

"I'D FIGHT BACK BUT TWO FAT JERKS HAVE MY ARMS!" Shavo shouts.

"Aaaaand, that's that." John says.