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Berkchode finally snapped. He barged in, covering his nose.
โChris, when was the last time you stood up? Or showered?โ
Chris shrugged, strumming his guitar.
โRock stars donโt clean.โ
Without a word, Berkchode unplugged Chrisโs ethernet cable.
โHEY!โ Chris spun around in horror. โI was about to 4K!โ
Berkchode raised an eyebrow. โYeah, well, youโre about to 4K your hygiene. Shower. Now.โ
An hour later, the room sparkled, and Chrisโs hair was squeaky clean. He played a fresh riff.
โSmells weird,โ he said.
Berkchode rolled his eyes. โYeah, and your hairโs not a greasy slip โn slide anymore. Welcome back to the land of the living.โ