No sooner do they ask, "We both know you're not simping for us... right?"
With a response ready, I confidently declare…
"Why would I simp for you both? I just do what normal, decent humans do. I don't create my own idol of hope and pour all my dreams and aspirations into it."
"That's the Fred we all know and love! That's why we love you!"
In no time, they give me quick busses on my cheeks.
I blush a bit, but I already know they've had a great reception towards my answer full of conviction.
They already know my actions and thoughts don't constitute the basic requirement of simping: Putting them on absurdly high pedestals.
It's a night at the bar once more, and Brave Ad 65 has just wrapped up another performance.
Now's the best time to ask Zach his exact reason behind hating simps.
Perfect timing. He's just casually chatting with Laurent while chugging on some craft root beer, fresh from a wooden keg.
