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(playing a game where you guess a Steam game through their reviews)

Barbara:“Be careful, mouse-breaking risk”... Breaking your mouse. Cookie Clicker? “Want to play a game, but you’re also feeling lazy? Buy this ‘game’.”

(The next review is a chocolate cookie recipe transcribed into a review.)

Barbara:Oh. It’s cookie clicker.

Eleven:How did you figure that out so quickly?

Barbara:Watch.

(Barbara opens up her Friends steam tab. Lenox is playing Cookie Clicker.)

Barbara:Every SINGLE TIME! Every day she’s playing it! She never closes it! She must have a billion hours on it! No, more than the average Int variable could possibly hold! The greatest quantic computer could not calculate how many cookies she has in that game! She has played it for years! A cookie psychopath!

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(Yuki shows a video of the scene in Everybody Hates Chris where Jerome throws a brick inside a car in order to steal the brick in the front seat.)

Fiora:Oh, Everybody Hates Chris. Classic.

Shoichi:You know, that viralized out of context. There’s an entire generation that thinks this is from some random TV show, because no one watches it anymore.

Yuki:Don’t some cable networks still run it?

Shoichi:Like I said, no one watches it anymore.

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Daniel:(picking out a word in a drawing guessing game) This one’s good enough.

(He starts the timer and puts the pen to the board.)

Cathy:Corn.

Daniel:I didn’t even start yet.

(He draws a face of a man, slowly adding on a beard and wiggly eyebrows.)

Emma:Beard!

Cathy:Crying. Smiling. Bowling ball.

(He draws out big muscly arms.)

Emma:Strong? Biceps? Muscles?

Cathy:Tourist. Drinking. Suspect. Brute.

(He slowly draws a brown rectangle in front of the man like a table.)

Emma:....shape? Gym? Have we really not said the right word yet?

Daniel:No, you haven’t. Neither of you.

Cathy:Write. Lift. Gamer. Basketball.

(He draws a square on the table, and a rectangle under the man’s hands.)

Cathy:Office. Type. Talk. Typing.

Emma:......what?

(He finishes off the drawing by adding lines into the rectangle, so it overall looks like a muscly man typing on a keyboard in front of a monitor.)

Cathy:Chat? Work? Keyboard? Editor?

(The timer rings.)

Daniel:Typist.

Emma:What?? But- How??

Daniel:This is very clearly a typist.

Emma:Why the muscles?!

Daniel:So you can’t be strong and type now? He can’t go to the gym? He’s forbidden? Your short-sightedness speaks more of you than of who you’re looking at.

Barbara:How come Cathy guessed a green straight line as a grasshopper but couldn’t guess typist?

Cathy:I was close, at least.

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Alex:(doing a Best Food Worldwide ranking) Fish and chips, or Chinese. Ch- Chinese food. An entire country of a billion people.

Alex:An american made this quiz. What does this mean. The photo tells me nothing. This quiz is horrible.

(He picks “chinese”.)