Glitchy hummed with satisfaction, sitting with their legs up and back pressed comfortably against the cheap blue couch. Their main question was more of how Pound and Fireball withstood sitting on this piece of junk nearly daily— But that was behind themself.

A rather cocky grin rested upon their lips, feeling the stress, sadness and all those other emotions practical oozing out of the upset coin beside themself. Now that Fireball was out of the way, things would certainly look much, much easier. Just get him out of the game, and Beerkeg can beat up the British coin or whatever he pleased.