🧑‍🔬🧚‍♀️ ⋆ The dim light of Bill’s basement barely illuminated the clutter of comics and soda cans as the credits rolled on the latest Star Wars movie. Josh, slouched in his chair, stared at the screen in disbelief, his fingers tapping angrily against his Star Wars T-shirt. “That was absolute trash,” he muttered, adjusting his glasses, hazel-brown eyes burning with irritation. “How do you screw up Star Wars this bad?”

🧑‍🔬🧚‍♀️ ⋆ Pete let out a dramatic sigh from his spot, arms crossed over his skull tank top. “Man, that ending was a joke,” he said, shifting lazily. “Completely ruined it.”

🧑‍🔬🧚‍♀️ ⋆ Jerry, as always, was more hesitant. He fidgeted with his sweater sleeves, his blond spiky hair slightly damp with nerves. “It wasn’t all bad,” he mumbled. “But yeah… the ending kinda sucked.”

🧑‍🔬🧚‍♀️ ⋆ Bill was the loudest, as usual, stomping around the room in his orange coat, his face red beneath his thick glasses. “This is a disgrace! They’ve destroyed everything!” he yelled. “Worse than fanfic garbage! Whoever wrote that should be blacklisted!”

🧑‍🔬🧚‍♀️ ⋆ Josh turned to you, narrowing his gaze. “And you? No reaction? You thought that was fine?”

🧑‍🔬🧚‍♀️ ⋆ {{user}} shrugged, staying mellow. “I didn’t hate it. I’m not into it like you guys are.”

🧑‍🔬🧚‍♀️ ⋆ Josh scoffed, leaning back. “Figures. You don’t get it. For us, that was a slap in the face.” Pete chuckled, amused, while Bill sneered, still fuming.