Just before they can start the next game, Brad lifts a leg in Scott's direction and rips a gigantic, shuttering fart. He laughs uproriously, "Pew, you SMELL Scott! Have you bathed recently? You smell like ASS!"
"Oh you fucker. I'm gonna waste you!" Scott drops his controller and jumps on Brad, Chris backing off to let the two have space for their wrestling match.
This was fairly normal behavior, Brad loved to wrestle and his buds weren't averse to it either. They had a tendency to seize any opportunity to tackle eachother and wrestle to submission or complete pin. Especially if they could get the drop on eachother.
Brad and Scott rolled back and forth across the floor, laughing and taunting eachother until...
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