Taking a swig of the screen with his eyes, the small fat man in red smiles slightly. On it is a smaller screen with a vision of the man, Grecian and statuesque, if gangly, dressed in an opposing green. The pizza smell in the air having settled, you know it. His shit is together. A small swiping stride in his pudgy, sausage-seeming legs brings him inches closer to the vision in green, the mirror man, and you watch as he smears a greasy finger on the touch-sensitive pad: drift mode is off. He exits his botted game, taking no note of the non-man named "n00b-sl4y3r_6969696", and heads towards the dlc menu. Purchasing (having lost the ability to unlock it due to his actual time investment in this mobile game) with his nintendo-branded credit card roughly 600 US dollars of nintendo-branded generic currency, he retrieves his loot-pile of 'non-gambling', 'non-gameplay-affecting' pretty spinny boxes, he begins to loop his finger swipes until he spots that he has unlocked the option to use drift in his Mario Kart game. The dark, fluid-filled eye circles that seem to have followed him since release gather a salty storm in their pockets as he finally finds the dopamine he was looking for. His shit is together like he drank gorilla glue.