I don’t play Rocket League. I dictate it.

While the lobby is scrambling for boost pads, I’m already airborne. Every touch is intentional. Every challenge is a trap. I don’t force plays — I create inevitability. You think you have space? I open it more like i did to your mom. You think you’re safe? I’m already inn your mom. Fukn Loser.

Ceiling? Mine.
Backboard? Mine.
Boost? Mine.
Your mom? Also mine.