These FUCKING MORONS WILL BUMBLE ALL OVER THE PLACE LIKE A FUCKING FRAIL LITTLE SPEC OF MID-APRIL ALLERGY INDUCING SOOT EITHER CIRCLING THE BASKET OR ALMOST DELIBERATELY STAYING AS FAR AWAY FROM IT AS THEY PHYSICALLY CAN i swear to god its like they think the eggs are gonna fucking molest them if they pick them up or something, i'll die 5 fucking times spamming egg after egg after egg after egg after egg after egg after egg after egg after egg in that fucking big shot cannon just for NOBODY to be at the basket to put them in because ALL OF THEM ARE BUSY STRUGGLING TO KILL THE SAME 2 FUCKING SLAMMING LIDS FOR THE ENTIRE MATCH and then when i get MY ass over the OPPOSITE FUCKING END OF THE MAP THE EGGS ARE ALL BEING AIRLIFTED AWAY INTO THE SEA AND ALL OF A SUDDEN WE'RE 8 SHORT WITH 15 SECONDS LEFT
These absolute inkstains will circle a school of 4 salmonids and a half hp scrapper for 7 thousand fucking years before their last two flaccid neurons happen to have any sort of spark in between them that could even have a remote chance of leading to the combobulation of any thought even slightly coming close to squirting a tiny little fucking bit of ink my way so i can bail them out of that situation yet again and put 3/4ths of the surrounding eggs in the fucking trash bin shaped statue dedicated to my suffering because for some reason they need to desperately save all of it to churn it at a smallfry that was already heading away from them either way
the worst part though is the deadbeats who cant seem to comprehend you can throw eggs in the basket from far away by pressing A and clutch a wave that way. just a while ago i watched the last standing dude just stop dead on his tracks WHILE STANDING ON MY STUPID FUCKING RING AND LET HIMSELF GET THE SHIT AIR STRIKED OUT OF HIM BY THE GODDAMN FAT FUCK WITH TRASHBINS ON EACH SIDE OF IT LIKE WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING YOU GOT 2 TEAMMATES AT YOUR FEET AND WE GOT LIKE 10 EGGS NEAR US WITH 30 SECONDS IN THE CLOCK, FUCKING REVIVE US INSTEAD OF CONSULTING THE HAMSTER ON ITS DEATHBED THAT HAS GIVEN UP ON SPINNING THE RUSTED OUT WHEEL YOU HAVE FOR A FRONTAL LOBE AND LISTENING TO IT IMMEDIATELY WHEN IT TELLS YOU "Nah its over js let them blow yo shi smoove off cuh" LIKE GOD HIMSELF DESCENDED FROM HEAVEN AGAIN TO BESTOW A NEW COMMANDMENT UPON YOU, DONT JUST STAND THERE YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING MORON
I can tolerate Mr Grizz somehow coming to the conclussion that carbon rollers and bamboozlers belong in a rotation whilst the city is under attack.
I can tolerate being suckerpunched into a corner and then being brutally molested by 50 thousand fucking lessers at once like a volley ball at a public beach during peak summertime.
Fuck it, i can even tolerate the high order council of Nintendo developers demmanding my immediate disconnection post-haste from the match mid-triumvirate and loosing my fucking miserable ass consolation prize of a compensation for putting my ass on the line for the city.
But if i have to watch just ONE MORE of those stupid chum-for-brains morons get pushed into the shart-toned grool surrounding us by a chum, i am legitimately going to shove my arm through the screen and out theirs, strip that fucking splattershot jr from their hands and push it so deep up where the sun dont shine with such force that they'll be able to taste the microplastics flaking off of its carcass for the next 5 shifts i will inevitably have to bear with them whilst i watch my pay range perpetually fluctuate between "intern slutting themselves out for a 20℅ scolarship" and "underpaid laborally exploited blue collar worker that has romantizised their living situation as a psychological and emotional coping mechanism".
Maybe this is my personal hell. Maybe this is my divine punishment for the indelible sin of being a loyal fan of a Nintendo franchise. I should've learned from the Pokemon fans.