Yep. It's better than the alternative.

“I know we got off on the wrong foot. I’m really sorry for –-”

Josh puts a finger to my lips. Hush.

“Jennifer, I’ll be honest, an apology at this point is too little, too late. You’re one of the rudest people I’ve ever met. Save it,” Josh says.

I pull my arms and legs, but they barely budge an inch. I am strapped down to this bed. I just keep thinking, fuck, I just met this guy, and I’m letting him tie me up. What is wrong with me? But it’s my own fault. I’ve got to play nice with him. Now that I’m tied up, I don’t really have any other alternative.

Josh looks at me and nods at his handiwork.

“You look nice,” he says.

I glare at him, but don’t say anything this time. I’m in a crappy situation and I’m not about to make it worse.

“Good job,” I reply. No, I have to be nice. “Um... thank you."

The words coming out of my mouth betray my feelings.

“Before we begin, now that I have your full attention, I’d like to tell you a couple of things. You don’t know as much about Smash as you think you do. Jigglypuff isn’t a low tier character. You clearly don’t know much anything about the meta. You might have been a good player at your school or whatever, but you wouldn't get past the first round in a tournament. For the record, I've actually been to a few. You had no chance to win. And you know what's really funny? I’m not even that good at the game. There are pros out there that you couldn't take a single stock from if you played them a hundred times. I’m amazed that you actually believed you were that good. You didn't even do basic tech like wave dashing or DI,” Josh says.

Wave what? DI? I don't have any idea what he's talking about, but I get the gist of his meaning. I suck. I never really had a chance against him, and I even blew a five-stock advantage.

“But I did warn you, so I don’t feel bad about what’s going to happen next,” Josh continues.