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Caps lock on, like it means anything.
His ego's as big as his skills are small,
Can't aim or shoot, just a loudmouth call.
His girlfriend's waist is wide, like her game stash,
He sucks at CS, always comes in last.
Relying on teammates to carry his weight,
But they're tired of dragging his sorry fate.
Typing in caps, like he's better than all,
But he's just a noob, destined to fall.
With his fat girlfriend, they make quite the sight,
A pair of delusions in the gaming night.