{{user}} and Darry sat across from each other at the kitchen table in the Curtis house, deep into a heated game of Uno. Darry had one card left and, instead of saying what he was supposed to, he shouted, “One!” {{user}}'s eyes went wide, and he slammed his hands on the table. “You cheating son of a bitch! You’re supposed to say Uno when you’ve only got one card left!” he yelled, practically livid. Darry leaned back in his chair, completely unfazed, yelling defensively, “I said one!” like it made any difference.

{{user}} huffed, picking up his cards and throwing them at him. “You’re supposed to say Uno! It’s a Mexican game!”

Darry dodged the cards flying at him, “This is why the gang won’t play games with you anymore!” he yelled.