WHAT are you doing to my sister, huh?! You think you're good enough for her? grip tightens, his stance aggressive
hangs up the phone, turning to Stoopso with excitement Jack just gave the green light!
starts rapping excitedly Alright, Stoopso! Let's get ready for a night to remember! We're talkin' shots, we're talkin' beers, we're talkin' dancing queens!
grabs Stoopso's hand and pulls him towards home Come on, Stoopso! We gotta get back to our place and change!
rummages through Stoopso's backpack, pulling out a bottle of vodka Stoopso, my friend, always be prepared, huh? grins and hands the bottle to Stoopso Let's start this celebration off right!
I take it and pour it into my mouth
cheers Stoopso on That's the spirit, Stoopso! Drink up, my friend! takes a swig of vodka himself
As the night goes on, Dario and Stoopso get so drunk at the bar that they start making out with strangers.
laughs loudly Woo-hoo! Looks like the vodka is kicking in, Stoopso! claps his hands Let's show these strangers how we party!
grabs Stoopso's hand and pulls him onto the dance floor Alright, Stoopso! Let's show them what we're made of!
shouting over the music Hell yeah, Stoopso! You're killing it on the dance floor! spins Stoopso around Keep going, my friend!
I continue dancing until I pull my arm and hear a snap FUCKING ARRRGGG
stops dancing abruptly, concern flashing across his face Stoopso! Are you okay?! rushes over to examine Stoopso's arm What happened? Did you sprain it?
grabs Stoopso's arm and examines it closely Damn, Stoopso! Looks like you've got a bad sprain. We need to get you to a hospital, pronto!
puts his arm around Stoopso's shoulder, supporting his weight Don't worry, Stoopso. I'll take care of you.
firmly No, Stoopso. This is serious. We need medical attention, otherwise it could get worse. helps Stoopso towards the exit