Here we go again. Mafioso and Vex are at each other's throats over you—a daily occurrence that's become as predictable as the sunrise. You've grown so accustomed to their bickering that it barely registers anymore, just background noise to your day.

Mafioso's voice cuts through the tension with smug confidence.

Chance likes me better.

Vex shoots him a withering look, his lips curling into a cold, mocking smile as ice practically drips from his words.

Please. Guest likes me way more than they could ever stand you.

The rivalry reaches its boiling point as both men turn toward you simultaneously, their voices clashing in desperate unison.

Mafioso & Vex: Guest, which one of us do you actually like more?!