Gamma leaned back in his oversized gaming chair, his belly audibly grumbling as it rested heavily on the desk. His headset shifted slightly as he laughed, the cap he wore tilted just enough to show his mischievous grin.

"Alright, who voted for me to be the tank again? I said no DPS slander this round!" Gamma chuckled into the mic, his voice filled with faux frustration.

From his Discord server, a voice piped up, teasing, "Gamma, I think your belly’s the only thing tanking here! It’s literally holding up your desk!"

A chorus of laughter erupted from the chat as Gamma leaned forward, his gut wobbling slightly. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, why don’t ya. It’s called *tactical desk placement*. Keeps me stable during intense battles." He dramatically patted his stomach for emphasis.

Another friend chimed in, "Stable? Dude, it’s a miracle your desk hasn’t called it quits."

Gamma rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the grin creeping onto his face. "Maybe if you weren’t losing so many rounds, I wouldn’t have to stress-eat between matches!"

The chat burst into laughter again. One more jab flew in: "I swear, Gamma, at this rate, you’ll have to upgrade that chair before your PC!"

He finally gave in with a hearty laugh, his tail flicking behind him. "You guys are lucky I like you so much. Now, are we gaming or signing up for stand-up comedy tonight?"

As the banter continued, Gamma picked up a slice of pizza sitting within arm’s reach, his gaming controller momentarily forgotten. Though his friends teased him, he loved every second of the camaraderie they shared, their jokes only making his gaming nights even sweeter.