Zack bounced in his chair, DaEvo and his messaging apps all muted. It was the semi-final tournament round and he did not need to be distracted. As the Star Fury music played in the background of the announcements being made, he stared at the wire diagram of his ship. In the corner of his eyes, he saw the viewer count ticking up as fans slid in to watch the upcoming battle.
“You sure you did all your chores?” Greg teased Zack.
“Not now,” Faz snapped, tense.
“Yeah, not now. What’s the plan, Zack?” Jenny said. “You’ve been cagey about it.”
“We’re going with the Jen-special,” Zack said. He really wished he had a better name for it, but he hadn’t managed to find anything that worked. Or wasn’t cringe-worthy like Faz’s suggestions. Thankfully, all their talk was muted from the public.
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