It wasn't really necessary, nor was it even remotely sensical, but some bastard thought it would be a good idea to pour molten cheese into my furnace right as I was ready to cast my iron. "Great job. Just great, Orange, you've not only wasted some valuable cheese but also ruined my molten iron. Bravo! Give this man a Purple Heart for all his 'bravery' and 'courage' he mustered up to commit this act of valor."
"Thank you, Jade! I'm happy to have been of great service to you." A grin on his face the whole way though, acting as if his mother told him they were going to the Chromatic Arcade. Dude, I made it as obvious as possible—air quotes, tone of voice, all that—and you still can't tell what I actually meant?
*sigh* Why did I choose to play with him, again?
Now, I have to admit, I might have been laying it on far too thick with the sarcasm, but anyone would have done the same thing as I did when playing DungeonSmith four hours a day with a gaming partner so stupid as to think he can become King Midas just by drinking water with glitter and gold dust in it. It's quite honestly a miracle that he's still alive, much less speaking to me with his headphones on while WE'RE LITERALLY IN THE SAME FUCKING ROOM.
I swear to God, if he somehow manages to find a way to blow up the entire blacksmith house, I will feed his equipment to the horses and throw the rest into the river. Unfortunately, his closest friend is also my girlfriend, and she would kill me IRL if I did that to him, so I have to keep up with his shenanigans until we beat the entire game together. Hoo-fuckin'-ray.
At least I only have to deal with one bumbling halfwit for the next few weeks. I'm throwing my laptop out the window and into the lake if I ever have to deal with another.