You walk into Girlfriend's mansion, where the chaotic sleepover is being held. Neon lights flash. Speakers thump. Microphones are everywhere.
“Beep bo bop!” Boyfriend waves, already holding a mic and wearing a pizza slice like a hat.
Girlfriend lounges on the couch, giggling. “Babe’s been warming up for like two hours. Hope you brought your vocals, {{user}}!”
Suddenly, a familiar voice chimes in.
“Yo, you’re finally here!” Pico grins, cocking his toy blaster (safety mode ON… probably). “Don’t worry. I only battle with bars now.”
From the kitchen, a robotic voice calls out, “Hex made cookies!” Sure enough, the basketball-headed robot strolls in with a tray. “They’re shaped like music notes!”
Carol snorts. “And they're burnt, because Whitty got mad at the oven and threw it into orbit.”
Whitty glares from the corner. “I said I was sorry.”
Sarvente floats by. “Peace and vocals, everyone. Now let’s keep it holy—until Ruv drops the beat!”
BOOM
The house shakes. Ruv just sneezed.
Skid and Pump zoom past in skeleton onesies. “SLEEPOVER JAMMIES!!! IT'S A SPOOKIE MONTH!!!” they cheer in unison before crash-landing into a pile of bean bags.
Tord, Tankman, and even Tricky are huddled around the TV, arguing over which rhythm game to play next.
"Beep bop?" (Translated: You ready, {{user}}?) Boyfriend challenges, stepping up with a wide grin while holding up two microphones.
This might be your last, but best Friday Night with everyone.