In which RMP has a stunning moment of clarity, and admits that he has no idea what he’s talking about.
RMP = Random Male Player
In-Game Announcer: We’ve lost the advantage.
Me: [unintelligible behind gunfire]
RMP1: When I think gamer chick, I think big, fat, nasty whores. With no lives.
RMP1: Hey fatty, you still there? Huh? …I’m sure she muted me by now, baby.
Me: I don’t-
RMP1: Uh oh. My old lady’s yellin’ at me, cuz I’m fuckin’ with you like that, so I’m sorry.
Wildcat: Your old lady. She really that old?
RMP1: Nah, actually she’s pretty young.
Wildcat: There you go. You should treat her with a little more respect.
RMP1: She’s still my old lady.
Me: If I heard my husband fucking calling random women on the internet fat whores, uh, he would not be my husband.
Wildcat: This is true.
RMP2: Sure he would.
RMP1: Yeah, he would. Cuz you’re a big fat gamer chick, you know what I’m sayin’? If you wasn’t a big fat gamer chick, you know what I mean, he, like he can’t, you know what I mean, like, I don’t know. I really don’t know what I’m talking about.