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Oh, friend of mine, whose birthday shines so bright,
Thy gaming prowess, a beacon in the night.
Yet, in this realm where pixels gleam and dance,
A tale of woe unfolds, a strange romance.
For games we purchase, with coin and care,
But thy commitment seems so painfully rare.
Thou art a master of persuasion, no doubt,
Yet in the realm of gaming, thy presence flout.
Whilst I, a loyal comrade, wait in vain,
Thy promise to join me, an empty refrain.
Oh, how thy deeds doth mock, thy words belie,
For in the gaming world, thou dost not comply.
And as the sun sets upon this day of cheer,
One must wonder, dost thou hold me dear?
Or art thou lost in realms of love's embrace,
Banging Manny's cheeks, in endless chase?
So here's to thee, on this thy special day,
May thy gaming sins be washed away.
But ere thou goest, let thy conscience speak,
And join thy friend in battle, not in cheek!