Played with Mark Meer and Keith David once. It was rather jolting. I proceeded to test their endurance by subjugating them to my impressions of them, as I often do to my regular lobbymates. Keith took my "No stepping forward and no destroying Reaper forces! I was born in London, you know." to heart, and then ventured into a long monologue about how he was born in Harlem and when he was nearly done his story, I realized he was trolling me by reciting the Fresh Prince of Bel Air into but cleverly changing the names to confuse me.
Later in the match, when me and Mark had a revive party going on, we kept saying "We'll bang okay?", followed by "Nice!", and then shut down again by "I'm kidding!". We died a lot. Keith had to save our mangled corpses more than one occasion by putting the cobra down, resulting in at least five killsteaks. Then, me and Mark continued to talk about steaks, and how much we think about them. This continued until everyone else in the lobby had left, and the conversation degraded back to constant "We'll bang okay?"
Then, a few days later he showed up at my house. I had to join him. There's nothing wrong with me, is there?
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