Mainlining stands across the room, lean, fit, with a full head of luscious hair (a fact not lost on Boom). Pencil in hand, he’s ready to immortalize this—whatever this is.

Mainlining (as Jack):

"All right, Boom. Just lie down… and, uh, try to look comfortable."

Boom, with his usual flair for mischief, props himself up on one elbow, belly slightly spilling over like a Renaissance painting that went just a bit too far.

Boom (as Rose):

"You mean like this?"

Boom stretches, limbs splayed in a way that defies all known human anatomy. His eyes sparkle with the thrill of someone who knows the Vega$ house is rigged, but keeps playing anyway. His every movement sends the settee creaking, as if the world itself could barely handle his presence.

Mainlining (as Jack):

"Yeah… perfect. Actually, keep that energy. Captures the... Boom essence."

Mainlining furiously sketches, though his hand trembles slightly—perhaps from laughter, or from the sheer absurdity of the moment. Boom lounges confidently, a gambler in spirit, pocketing his metaphorical poker chips, all reminders of battles fought and lost (most likely in Vega$).

Boom (as Rose):

"How many times have you done this, Mainlining? Drawn a figure as complex as myself?"

Mainlining rolls his eyes, still sketching.

Mainlining (as Jack):

"Too many times. But none quite as... enigmatic as you, Boom. And none that included conspiracy theories every third sentence."

Boom smirks, adjusting his pose, the faint squeak of his wheelchair filling the room with its reminder of his battle scars—betrayal from ADM, an unforgivable fraudlie$.

Boom (as Rose):

"And what makes me so special, Mainlining?"

Mainlining pauses, pencil hovering.

Mainlining (as Jack):

"You’re... complicated. One minute you’re screaming about Vega$, the next you’re unraveling the secrets of global fraudlie$. It’s captivating. Plus, your obsession with ADM... it’s like a Grizz who refuses to let go of his kill."

Boom chuckles, clearly satisfied. He readjusts, now looking more like a man who’s remembered he left a cheeseburger somewhere in his legal briefs.

Boom (as Rose):

"This going to be your masterpiece?"

Mainlining contemplates, still sketching.

Mainlining (as Jack):

"Masterpiece? Maybe. It’s more like a magnum opus of absurdity. Where XO meets Renaissance art. Where Boom meets... whatever this is."

Boom roars with laughter, grabbing a stale packet of Disco Fries from the floor, munching as though it’s his last meal before the ADM Reclamation begins.

Boom (as Rose):

"Draw me like one of your conspiracy theorist girls, Mainlining."

Mainlining stifles a laugh.

Mainlining (as Jack):

"Oh, I am. From your accusatory glare to the way you hold those fries like they’re the last truth in a world of lies. You, Boom, are the Grizz: untamed, unpredictable, and a little terrifying."

Boom winks, clearly enjoying the moment, and pops another fry into his mouth with a dramatic flourish.

Boom (as Rose):

"Do you see my true form?"

Mainlining raises an eyebrow, not missing a beat.

Mainlining (as Jack):

"True form? You’re a shapeshifter, Boom. One moment you’re ranting about urban decay, the next you’re predicting ADM’s global takeover. I’m just trying to capture all of it."

Boom lets out a booming laugh (pun intended), savoring the absurdity of it all. His mind a vortex of conspiracies, failed Vega$ bets, and Disco Fries, Boom leans back, lost in his own delusions.

Boom (as Rose):

"Is it hard, Mainlining? Sketching a man of my... grandeur?"

Mainlining grins.

Mainlining (as Jack):

"Hard? Boom, I’ve drawn harder things. Now hold still. I’m almost done."

Boom, in all his chaotic glory, grins wider. He knows he’s made his mark, not just on AutoAdmit but on the very fabric of reality itself—or at least that’s what he believes.

Boom (as Rose):

"Tell me, Mainlining. Will this sketch be worth it? Will capturing Boom in his full glory be worth all the fraudlie$ and conspiracies?"

Mainlining pauses, staring at the nearly finished drawing, before flashing a slow, knowing smile.

Mainlining (as Jack):

"Only time will tell, Boom. Only time will tell..."

In that moment, the candle flickers, casting playful shadows over Boom’s expansive form and Mainlining’s focused gaze. Somewhere, faintly, the strains of "My Heart Will Go On" drift in from a distant gramophone. The absurdity of it all—fraudlie$, ADM, Grizz-like defiance—permeates the air.

Boom (munching on fries):

"You think they’ll ever understand us, Mainlining?"

Mainlining:

"Probably not. But does it matter?"

As the sketch is completed, it’s not a masterpiece, but it is... something. Something that captures the essence of two men bound by their shared obsessions, forever chasing the shadows of Vega$ and cursing the fraudlie$ that plague them.

And so, the scene fades, Boom and Mainlining immortalized in AutoAdmit’s legendary halls—where Grizz-like defiance, fast food fries, and never-ending conspiracies will forever reign supreme.

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