Downstairs, Mordecai was seemingly hard at work breaking his previous high score, his enormous blubbery body filling the couch which would normally seat 3 people or more. Knowing him, he was probably doing it to win tickets to see Fist Pump, or just for bragging rights. Without so much as looking at you or acknowledging that you exist, he cracked open another can of cola and guzzled it, appearing to pack another 100lbs on his frame. The couch creaked… His concentration remained unbroken.