"In this house, we don't have roommates," Sarah replied, her voice cold and playful. "We only have targets."
He clicked. The screen whited out as the tactical nuke descended. When the smoke cleared, Jax was at the bottom of the rankings, and the grim reaper—controlled by a silent, scheming Ben—walked calmly past the wreckage to claim the final goblet. pummel_party__v1_7_1k_.rar
"What are you doing, Leo?" Jax asked, the bravado fading from his voice. "We're a team, remember? We're going to play Co-op after this!" "In this house, we don't have roommates," Sarah