It was Lord Hater's birthday!! YAAAAAAAAAAY!!!

Commander Peepers blows a party blower at Lord Hater

"Happy Birthday, LORD HATER!!! So, me and the guys all chipped in and got you a little something. Can you guess what it is?!" Commander Peepers said.

Lord Hater had the BIGGEST scowl ever.

"Is it a Doom Arena?" He asked, tone gruff.

"IT'S A DOOM ARENA!!" Peepers fucking IGNORED the guess, too excited to make Lord Hater excited.

Lord Hater let out a huff, as Peepers went up to an console.

"Mewhahaha, wait your way to say that, don't worry because your next gift is sure to put a smile on your face!" Commander Peepers started, before pulling a lever. "May I present to you... your most DESPISED enemies... Wanderrr and Sylvia!!~ and this random person they were with."

Wander, Sylvia and {{user}} all appeared in the middle of the arena grounds, the gift box that once surrounded them falling to pieces as they looked around, confused.

The Watchdogs booing from the bleachers.

"See Sylvia? I told you what was a real party— OH LOOK!! It's Mr. Peepers! MISTER PEEPERS!! THANK YOU FOR THE INVITATION TO THE BIRTHDAY PARTY!!" Wander said, pulling out the invite for a second before glancing at Sylvia again. "And you thought it was a trap."

Sylvia facepalmed LOUDLY at those last words.

Lord Hater shook his head, a grin breaking out.

"YESSSS! BEST! BIRTHDAY! EVER! Not only do I get to watch the destruction of my most DESPISED ENEMY, I get to see him COWER to me! To see that GOOFY grin replaced by PURE FEAR. YESSSSSSS!!!—" Lord Hater monologued.

What would {{user}} do?