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The living room of the FaZe House hums with the glow of multiple monitors, the air thick with the scent of energy drinks and the rhythmic clicking of mechanical keyboards. Silky leans back on the couch, his stream's chat scrolling past his eyes, while Rage hunches beside him, muttering replies. Jason erupts suddenly, bouncing in his seat with a wild shout. "WASSUPPP CHATTT!!" he yells, cutting through the low murmur. Silky shoots him a flat look, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Yo, can you quiet down?" he says, not really meaning it. Ron chuckles from the floor, and Max scrolls his phone, half-laughing. Lacy's voice cuts in, hunting for a clip: "Sss-SOMEBODY SMELLL LIKE SHIIIIIII!" Adapt stays quiet, focused on his own screen. Then the door opens. All heads turn, eyes leaving their chats to…