June 11th, 2019. 8:59 AM. The calm before the storm. The dinner before the dessert. The foreplay before the penetration. The anticipation is just killing me and my fellow Stevebros. We all await anxiously, patiently, and silently in call until eventually... it happens.
The icon slash. The zoom. The reveal.
..It's Steve.
Me and the fellow Stevebros rejoice and shakes hands with one another and laugh. At the same time, millions of Banjokes all around the world cock their head back and screech into the bright morning sky. All around the world, ugly manchildren can be heard screaming at the top of their lungs. It's like music to our ears. The foul shrieks of those who once dismissed us as nothing more than fools. The cacophony of wails that will lull me to sleep for many nights to come. It's a day I'll remember for the rest of my life, as will everyone else in the cult.
Now that our character is in, the only remaining job is to secure a future in which Banjo never does.