A gamer’s tactical squad gets interrupted when one teammate starts talking to his mother.
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Clear. Form up on me. Got contact. Yeah. We got two bogies on the west side of the barn, looks like a heavy machine gun unit and some infantry. Shit. There's a sniper in the barn. Good thing he doesn't see us yet. Fucking noobs. Okay, here's the plan. On the count of three, you take out that sniper, DeBears and I will go after the machine gunners. Got that? Mom! DeBears. Mom, can I have a sandwich? DeBears, shut up. I don't know, peanut butter and jelly. Fucking Christ, DeBears. What? DeBears, shut up and play the fucking game. I'm getting my mom to make me a sandwich, you guys. Whatever. Now on the count of three, we're going to take out those gunners by the barn. I don't see them. Use your radar. No, not us. Look where I'm looking. Oh. I'll get it. What? You'll get what? Hello? Oh my god, get off the phone. Mom! Phone. It's Mrs. McLaughlin. God. What? No. No. No, Mom. I wasn't even there. Turn your fucking mic off. I wasn't even there. Mom, oh my god. DeBears, turn your mic off. Oh my god. I wasn't even there. Well, Caleb's a liar. Shut your fucking mic off. Mom, you always do this. Mom, you always do this. That's it, I'm backing out. Dude, don't quit. No, I'm backing out, I'm going back to the lobby. Dude. Fuck, man. Guys? Guys? Guys? Guys?
