Disaster strikes… Luke has officially dethroned me.
He’s only gone and beaten my personal best on Godzilla, proudly locking in the new high score. He’s over the moon—grinning like he just slayed the actual kaiju—and letting me know, loudly and repeatedly, that I “won’t be beating that anytime soon.”
I walked in the door, heard the sweet chaos of Godzilla multiball, and thought, “hmm…” Enter the room and there he is, already sitting at 1.3 billion, massive grin on his face, knowing full well he’s crushed my score—and still had a ball left to rub it in.
The smugness is off the charts. The rematch is coming.
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