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Sunday arrived quickly. Chase started his live stream early, and tons of classmates and friends piled into the chat.
His mom wore a dark red Versace dress, with makeup layered on thick, though no amount of makeup could hide her bitter expression. She
never shut up the entire time, too proud of her soon–to–be millionaire son.
Chase was dressed in a brand–new suit, while Savannah wore a silky white wedding gown with a veil. His buddies were there, pretending to be bodyguards, and the group piled into a rented Porsche.
Chase smiled into the camera: “Hey, everyone, your boy’s about to go claim his prize. This is my girl Savannah, and as soon as I get my money, we’ll be having our engagement party.”
Savannah was all smiles, leaning against his shoulder.
I jumped into the chat under a burner account, “DoggyBoy“, and commented, “Living the dream, man! We’re all so impressed!”
Chase, reading the comment, replied, “You’re right, DoggyBoy, not everyone’s as lucky as I am!”
His mom chimed in, “Savannah’s a million times better than his last girlfriend. She’s our good luck charm!”
I added, “You should get her a ring or a necklace for the proposal! You’re rolling in it now!”
I didn’t suggest that out of the goodness of my heart. I wanted to see Chase go from “multi–millionaire” to “multi–million in debt.”
Chase agreed, called up the biggest jeweler in town, and ordered the latest necklaces, bracelets, and rings with Savannah’s initials, SML, engraved on them.
I typed, “Chase’s love for Savannah is enough to move mountains!”
I even threw a few virtual gifts into the live stream to hype things up.
Chase beamed, “Hey, DoggyBoy, you should come to the party after!”
Soon, the live stream had 50,000 viewers, all curious to see him claim his prize.
They finally arrived at the Lottery Office in Upper Manhattan. Chase pulled out the ticket and handed it to the clerk.
The clerk studied the ticket for a moment before saying, “Sorry, but this ticket isn’t a winner.”
Chase lost it. “What are you talking about, you old fool? I won $20 million!”
The clerk frowned and double–checked. “This ticket matches the numbers from the last draw. If you’d bought it for that draw, you’d have won. But for this draw, it’s worth… $300.”
The chat exploded with comments:
“LOL, this is the biggest fail of the year!”
“Did this guy really think he won $20 million?!”
“Dude, I wouldn’t even dream this bad!”
Chase’s mom, realizing something was wrong, stormed up and slapped the clerk. “You’re lying! My son won $20 million! Are you trying to steal
his money?”
The clerk, annoyed, shot back, “Ma’am, take a good look at the numbers. Your son bought a losing ticket.”
Chase rushed up too, yelling, “You have to give me the money! I’m a winner! I bought the winning ticket! My ex–girlfriend was even there!”
The chat continued roasting:
“Yo, he’s name–dropping his ex! Talk about smooth!”
“This guy is something else!”
