There's not really a game here today

"Oh, you're probably wondering where everyone is, huh?" Brittany giggles. "I was just testing your programming. There isn't really a game going on here today. However, you ARE going to practice cheering. Aren't you, DEAREST BARBIE?"

Upon hearing the words "Dearest Barbie," you grab a pair of pom pons and start jumping up and down. You hear yourself shout, "Be . . . aggressive! Bee-ee aggressive! B-E-A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E!"

You end the routine by landing in a split on the ground. Brittany lets out a whoop. "You go, girl!" she roots enthusiastically.

After about an hour of practicing cheers, Brittany takes you back to the car. The two of you drive back home.

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Me... want... parts... back... DESTROY!
Someone is waiting

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