Andrew had just finished washing up and lay down on the bed, but before he could settle in, he was interrupted by a voice call from Ethan.
"Are you crazy? It's almost one in the morning, and you're still not asleep?"
"Sleep my foot. They want to review the footage to see whose fault it was for losing so many rounds today."
"Fine, let's watch."
Ethan shared his screen, playing the recording of the games they played during the day so they could watch together and start grilling each other.
The moment they started, it was Ethan's own 'brilliant' moves that came up first.
"Damn it, you can miss a shot even when you're camping behind cover?"
"An accident, just an accident."
"Wow! A poet! Can't even hit a single shot, truly not a poet!"
Andrew accompanied Ethan and the others in reviewing the footage for over an hour. The conclusion was that everyone except him and Stark was not human.
"I'm done watching. Watching your awful plays is making me hungry."
