'Congratulations, you have gained four offensive points.'
'Congratulations, you have gained four agility points.'
'Congratulations, you have gained four speed points.'
'Congratulations, you have gained four defensive points.'
'Congratulations, you are Level 6 in Brazilian Jujitsu.'
"Oh, my fucking god, TURN IT OFF," I screamed while holding my head and squeezing my shut eyes, widening them as I looked at Orion stepping to replace a very worn out and flustered Devon.
They snickered while the rest of the room looked momentarily startled and gave me strange looks—not that I could blame them.
'I did warn you,' Ad snickered.
You're doing that on purpose. Do you want Orion to flatten me?
'Well, no. But-'
But nothing. Are you taking the fucking piss? Add them up and give me one notification. Streamlining isn't rocket boarding, Ad. Do we need the Congratulations too?
'Rocket boarding? Isn't it rocket science? We don't need it, but I think it's motivational.'
