The entire mansion had a scrumptious scent.
Brown-sugar butter and turkey fat.
Anyone that walked in would be hungry.
The open-plan living room that bled straight into the kitchen and dining area.
On the couch, an angry Marcus and Beca were locked in mortal combat.
The 85-inch OLED flashed with blood and explosions.
"Eat it, eat it, eat—HAH!"
Beca shoulder-checked Marcus hard enough to make him bounce, then unleashed a ruthless quadruple combo that drained his health bar to zero.
Her fluffy brown fox ears twitched with glee.
Marcus threw his controller down.
"You're cheating! That jump-in was frame-perfect and no one reacts that fast! NO ONE!"
He looked like he'd cry.
But Beca didn't care.
"Skill issue, old man!"
Beca sang as she shoved him again and immediately did another combo on the respawned character.
"Stay down, grandpa, the nursing home called."
She dropped the controller and did a victory dance.
"OOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!"
"THAT'S IT!"
