“Come on, come on, WORK GODDAMNIT!” Lindley screamed at her Xbox as it sang it´s malfunctioning mechanical tune while failing to load the game we were attempting to play. “It´s thinking, just give it a second, and don´t hit it!” I mumbled, trying to muffle a giggle. After three long minutes of praying, staring, swearing, and finger crossing, the TV screen was finally graced with the presence of our favorite video game characters, Zoe, Lewis, Bill, and Francis, just mere seconds away from being mobbed by a horde of very angry and hungry zombies. “We could watch this intro scene three million times and it would never get old; which level do you want to play?” Lindley asked me, her hands gripping the Xbox controller both anxiously and excitedly. “I know I´m sick of playing the airport level, actually I´m sick of all the levels, we have played them to death. Let´s go on Google, there has to be some secret level or something that we have yet to unlock, maybe even some cheatcodes.” I responded in between my obnoxious gum chewing.
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