00:00 - 00:03 | Twinkle is set to clinch the first seed, |
00:04 - 00:05 | the remaining spots |
00:05 - 00:07 | are filled by the wingmen, |
00:08 - 00:12 | Smash, Sin, and somehow, Apache. |
00:12 - 00:15 | We still can't believe that retard made it. |
00:17 - 00:19 | Cobra is a wingman. |
00:19 - 00:21 | We'll take his place. |
00:24 - 00:26 | My Terror, |
00:27 - 00:28 | Cobra Kai... |
00:31 - 00:33 | Cobra Kai is a Gen Z fuck. |
00:34 - 00:36 | He's not giving up his spot. |
00:53 - 00:58 | Everyone out except Humpty, Grate, Guns, and Riddler.. |
01:13 - 01:15 | Look at my fucking team! |
01:15 - 01:17 | A.I. gave us the best god damn team. |
01:18 - 01:23 | Those femboys at ESPN graded my draft A++. |
01:25 - 01:28 | Estrogen-flavored fucks. |
01:29 - 01:31 | And now you sit here, |
01:31 - 01:34 | with a straight face telling me |
01:34 - 01:37 | that those prepubescent dick ticklers |
01:37 - 01:40 | don't respect the squadron pecking order. |
01:40 - 01:42 | My Terror you can take my place. |
01:42 - 01:46 | Shut the fuck up Riddler you didn't qualify either, dumbass. |
01:46 - 01:48 | We can accuse Apache of Collusion. |
01:48 - 01:52 | You could accuse Apache of fellating the Eagle jet |
01:53 - 01:54 | he'd fucking admit it. |
01:56 - 01:57 | Week after week, |
01:57 - 02:00 | in this God-forsaken league |
02:00 - 02:03 | I've had to weather Smash embarrassing me. |
02:04 - 02:08 | I wasted 15 shitting hours writing the dumbest code |
02:08 - 02:13 | just so I could lose to the human personification of a hostess dessert. |
02:14 - 02:16 | Don't even get me started on Sin. |
02:17 - 02:21 | Ever since Chicago my wife has me training for marathons. |
02:27 - 02:29 | My nipples hurt. |
02:30 - 02:34 | I run, I run and they chafe and they bleed. |
02:34 - 02:36 | My bed sheets look like a pepperoni pizza. |
02:41 - 02:42 | Fuck's sake. |
02:43 - 02:47 | For once in my life I thought I had a good team, |
02:48 - 02:53 | and I don't know what's worse, |
02:54 - 02:56 | the fact that I believed that |
02:56 - 02:59 | or that I lost to that room temperature IQ |
03:00 - 03:02 | fuckwit Dart! |
03:04 - 03:07 | It's not your fault you're retarded, Dart. |
03:14 - 03:16 | Jalen, Braelon, Monty. |
03:19 - 03:23 | Names better fit for a boy band than football. |
03:25 - 03:26 | It's over. |
03:31 - 03:33 | The campaign is lost. |
03:40 - 03:46 | I swear to god if Smash makes fun of me again I'm going to cry, |
03:46 - 03:49 | Twitch better not say shit either. |
03:53 - 03:56 | Fuck you Blue. |