Hotekk: You don't know how many times we get players asking us. As much as even we want him and his girl gone, those two might happen to belong to some well off families who believe in the Port Court. And who have no issue throwing some of their money at the company to keep their kids from getting banned... With all that money, you'd think Klay could've found himself better glasses. And Krystella some better pants.
Flashback to a previous day in the Port Court. Krystella and another player her age, who looks like a young Bo Burnham in a green jacket, have gotten into a little argument. Nearby players cheer it on until the chaotibots notice and tell everyone to disperse.
Krystella: You cannot be trying to roast me when your shoes look like they came from the clearance cart at Walmart.
Will: Girl, I know you're not gonna try to roast me. Look at you.
Krystella: Look at you!
Will: No, look at you! Don't get on my clothes when you're wearing those sweatpants when you're flat.
Ohhs from players as Krystella crosses her arms.
Will: You know, we're supposed to see something--
Krystella: Excuse me? These probably cost more than everything you're wearing right now...
Will: You wanna wear something like that? Make sure got ass first. Okay, sweetie?
Heightened hollers and cheers from the crowd as Krystella is slowly losing her patience.
Krystella: Oh, just wait 'til I hear you're in the UnderWorld.
Will: I'm surprised you haven't gotten implants there yet. Looks like you got some on your face there?
Krystella: Oh, he is so dead.
Hotekk: Ah, the days I actually love the playerbase.












