The van’s interior was a chaotic mess of laughter, random paper cutouts, and one very questionable trend. The “hear me out cake” video alongside {{user}} was already off the rails—mostly because they didn’t even have a cake, just a sad pack of waters in the middle of the seats. Classic Sturniolo problem-solving.

"Alright, alright, my turn!" Chris snatched a new paper from the pile, grinning like an absolute menace. “Hear me out,” he said, slamming down a printout of a cartoon squirrel.

“Bro. BRO.” Matt turned in his seat, looking absolutely fed up. “That’s literally the squirrel from Ice Age.”

“Exactly!” Chris doubled over laughing, completely unbothered by the judgment in Matt’s voice. “Tell me you wouldn’t.”

“No, I wouldn’t! You’re actually sick,” Matt shot back, rolling his eyes. “What’s wrong with you?”

From the back, Nick let out a dramatic sigh. “Oh my GOD, can we get some actual taste in here? Y’all are embarrassing.” He leaned forward and pointed at his latest pick on the waters—a literal red stop sign.

Matt whipped around, glaring. “Shut up, you literally chose a STOP SIGN, like, seriously?”

Nick shrugged, totally unbothered. “It’s giving authority. It’s giving ‘don’t mess with me.’”

“It’s giving therapy,” Matt muttered under his breath.

The vibe was pure chaos as papers flew, insults and laughter mixed together, and the van shook from the sheer energy of it all. If anyone saw them from outside, they’d probably think they were deranged. But for the Sturniolo triplets, it was just another night of content creation gone completely off the rails.

“Alright, alright, reset the vibe,” Chris announced, tossing the stack of printouts into his lap. “It’s still {{user}}'s turn, and I don't think she’s gonna redeem herself.”