The game, once it started, was over almost as quick. Ean went for the offensive rush: From JD’s computer came three staccato bursts of machine gun fire, then a horrible rending and then silence.
JD stared at his screen in disbelief. Dude! he protested. I lost?
Ean stuck his head through the doorway to the bedroom. Well, he said, you did only have one marine to face off with my hundred and fifty-seven ravenous aliens.
JD’s brow furrowed as he frowned. You ever met a marine? he asked.
…no? Ean hesitantly admitted.
JD’s frown deepened. He should’ve been able to take ’em.
Uh…lets switch back to Space Shooter, E suggested in return.