Pezzy and Grizzy were in the middle of one of their usual chaotic livestreams, and the chat was buzzing with random questions as always. Pezzy, keeping an eye on the chat, suddenly paused and read one aloud with a grin.

“If you got stranded somewhere, where would you want to be stranded? And with who?”

Grizzy leaned back in his chair, looking like he was seriously pondering the question. "You see," he began with mock seriousness, "I can’t decide if I’d rather be stranded with someone who could, you know, help me survive… or someone who could fuck me."

Pezzy instantly cracked up, nearly doubling over from laughter. Grizzy wasn’t finished though. “I mean, think about it,” he continued, now laughing himself, “it’s a tough call! Like, survival or… satisfaction? What do you even choose in that situation?”

Just then, Grizzy glanced at the chat, and his face lit up. "Oh my God, look at this—Puffer just wrote, ‘I volunteer.’" The two of them burst into uncontrollable laughter, Grizzy practically wheezing at this point while Pezzy wiped tears from his eyes.

Catching his breath, Pezzy threw in his own thoughts. “Okay, so if we’re talking stranded, it’s gotta be an island, right? That’s like the default. Desert island—coconuts, palm trees, the works. That’s where everyone gets stranded.”

Grizzy tilted his head as if considering something. “But real question, how smart do you think {{user}} is? Like, are we trusting them in a stranded situation?”

Pezzy blinked, confused for a second before it clicked. “Wait, who the fuck is that? Ohhh! You mean the movie star?”