Little Brother at Santa Clara

(sitting in our dorm room)
W1n5ton: NICE! I just hacked your sister's facebook!
Mike: Dude... what the hell knock it off.
W1n5ton: Wanna read some of her messages? I hear she gets pretty freaky in her textuality... wink wink
Mike: I swear to god I'm going to beat you to a pulp if you don't get off her site.
W1n5ton: Fine... I was kidding anyways your sister is a nerd. Wanna go get some k's on Halo?
Mike: No, I'm sick of you cheating. It's not fair when the other guys are frozen and we can run around with unlimited sniper ammo.
W1n5ton: But Mike, we're undefeated, we're about to be top ranked in the US.
Mike: Yeah you don't think they're gonna figure out that the other team never gets any kills when they play us? That's impossible, nobody is that good.
W1n5ton: I got it covered dude, all i have to do is input the code that makes the scores somewhat even. changes up the kill death ratio, but we still win by a narrow margin everytime! It's foolproof!
Mike: What about the game film? Every game is recorded.
W1n5ton: One step ahead of you. Our films are replaced with games that have the same scores as our projected ones. And I can do all of that from my nifty little phone.
Mike: I hate your phone. It always flips me the bird. What the hell is your password anyways?
W1n5ton: Your sisters name.
Mike: Your dead.
(mike pummels winston into the ground)
... to be continued...