“What the fuck’s a class elongation?” Dick asked, perplexed. “Middle Class American… Man?”

  “No, Dick,” Greg explained. “It’s like an upgrade for your class, but it usually adds something that wasn’t there with your class to begin with. C’mon, bring up your status scree—”

  “STATUUUUUUUUUS! COME FORTH FROM THE HELLISH ABYSS OF ADS AND POPUPS IN WHICH YOU LURK!”

  Heeding the genuine earnest desire in Dick’s call, the Status pop up manifested in front of him. It was so large, it dominated his entire vision, causing him to fall on his ass.

  Greg promptly laser eyed the blue screen, turning it red. “By our powers combined, we form… Captain… uh, Riker!”

  After carefully deliberating his options for all of three seconds, Dick made his decision.

  “You think he’s gonna do it?” God whispered.

  “He’s made a stupid decision literally every single time he’s had a choice. I think he’s gonna do it.”

  God and Greg alike held their breaths in anticipation of his choice.

  “I choose: ”