The Days Leading to April 20th 1999 (4)

"What's wrong? Why do you look like you need to take a massive shit or something?" Apparently, I was making a weird face after learning about how I was short half a point when it came to maxing my Meta Physical Stats, so much so that Brenden commented on it.

"Heh, nothing, fucking nothing, why would anything be wrong, IT'S NOT LIKE I FALL HALF A POINT SHORT FOR MY GOAL OF PERFECT STATS, NOooooOoOOOooO~," speaking with an elevated tone of voice, I spun on my heels and began pacing around the command center in a massive circle.

"Oh…it's the OCD again, gotcha. I don't see what the big deal is, so what if you are short a bit? I mean, look at me; I fell 5 points short on both my Physical stats, but I'm not complaining about it. After all, my stats are already significantly higher than they were in the Origin Timeline." Munching a piece of red velvet cake, Brenden said, causing me to snap around and talk with a mocking voice.