Squid, NKR, and Biinny walk into the club after a fockin r8 cheeky nandos. They get their wristbands and scoot inside, greeted by thumping house music, smoke from all the fags, and the smell of stale beer stuck to the floor. NKR spots someone with darker skin than him, lets out a yelp and runs for his life to hide in the loo and post in the speedrunning thread with his mobile about how great white people are. Squid begins looking for the perfect tranny to bang. He starts lurking around near the walls, creeper eyes half open, when he overhears a group of people having a non-club-related discussion. Squid approaches, and calmly but sternly tells them that they should change the subject or fuck off. They start talking about Squid instead, so he drops it and orders a pint while smiling to himself. He eventually works up the courage to head to the dance floor and starts grinding on some fat girl. Some hours pass. With noobkiller still in the loo, the thread is now filled with many images of simian life with quirky and funny filenames. Meanwhile Biinny is busy buying everyone there a round of brews, everyone listening to his story about the time he got a best segment on ttc100. "It was the best ever mates. I got the early cycle on reds, perfect coin rng from the box, and I even nailed the bowser throws right after. Fuckin perfect." He goes home with a girl on each arm because he is the tallest, fittest, and best speedrunner of the bunch that night. The end.
