Hoho is about to have the worst luck of anybody that has ever existed. And that includes the Cubs from 1909 onward.
Hoho: *yawns* Damn it, my back hurts. Must be the bed. *checks tag* Made in... 1975?? How the hell does a bed last 47 years? I'm definitely getting a new one.
Rintoo: *glances at Hoho* Whoa, have a crazy-ass nightmare last night? You look like Regis Philbin without his makeup.
Hoho: Even a nightmare sounds good right now. I couldn't get ANY sleep last night. I blamed it on my 47-year-old bed.
I have no beginning for this; let's just go straight to the story.
Hoho: *wins his 35th game in a row on Mario Party 8* With skills like these... someone like me could go far. I'm talking world champion, maybe even multiuniversal!
Rintoo: Yeah... but there's a problem with your logic: There's ALWAYS someone better than you. AL-WAYS.
Hoho: There's a little thing called being #1 for a reason. You can bet your ass I want that coveted title.
Rintoo: I understand that, but someone's gonna end up breaking your, might I say, rather impressive streak....