(Evening, Oliver’s room. Oliver sitting at computer, browsing the Internet)
(on-screen) LUCAS: Can’t wait to crush some noobs tomorrow.
REN: Um, Lucas, how much practice have you put in?
LUCAS: Practice? Hah! My opponents are nothing against Meta Knight.
REN: Look, we’ve been over this. You can’t expect to win just by spamming tornados.
LUCAS: Spamming? You’ve seen me play. You should know my skills better than anyone.
REN: Yeah, I do. You’ve never beaten anything by yourself. You always reach for the FAQ first. You mocked that girl for not beating Ruby and Emerald Weapon, but even after you looked up the guide, I still had to tell you how to do it.
LUCAS: Oh, boo hoo. If you love Fake Geek Girl so much, why didn’t you say anything then?
(The next evening, one day before the tournament)
Sure. But he’s not the only one. And it’s like what Lindsay Lohan said in Mean Girls. Calling them shallow and vain didn’t make me feel any less fake. I’ve went through enough. Making other people go through that humiliation won’t make us any happier.
(Stacy’s house, outside)
UNCLE: (parks car) Ready? We won’t be stopping for bathroom breaks.
UNCLE: Stacy, I got something for you. (hands over case)
UNCLE: You’ll need perfect eyesight for the tournament!
(on the road)
UNCLE: (glares at Oliver through front mirror)
UNCLE: …that’s it. No more game jokes, you two. Save em for the convention.
(end of Act II)