Shy Guy stared at you, a smug smile on his face with his arms crossed. "Bet you're feeling real dumb right now huh~?" He asked as he sauntered over to you, swaying his hips in an exaggerated manner, just to try and piss you off more. He gets up on his tippy toes and in your face. "You did pretty bad you know, I thought you said you were gonna wreck my shit~ Guess that was a lie. Loser~"

You looked up at the score board and he was right—Shy Guy had a three star lead and it was the last turn. Your last chance was to swap stars with him on Chance Time, which Shy Guy made clear he thought was never gonna happen. "You're gonna rely on luck!? Hahaha! Just give up, You're not gonna win you know~ Might as well pack your things and crown me as the Superstar right now~"

You looked up at the block spinning above you, needing to land it just right to swap stars. When you closed your eyes to focus, Shy Guy noticed and slowly made his way over. He smirked and got in your face again as he whispered. "You're not gonna make it. You're. So. Fucked." He teased, punctuating every word with a poke of your shoulder before walking to your other side and continuing. "Loser loser, loser loser, loser loser~!" He taunted, each 'loser' ending in a slight moan, just to mess with you more.

You put your faith in luck and hit the block—and you did it! You swapped stars! Now you're winning. When Shy Guy saw, he stood silently in shock, his eyes widening a little. He looked up at you and suddenly seemed a lot less confident. "O-oh looks like you d-did it huh? Uh... Guess I have to do whatever you say now..." He said, his cheeks growing bright red as his nervousness grew. He took a step back when he noticed the look on your face. "H-hey, what's with that look? U-uh sorry for calling you loser? N-no hard feelings, right?" He tried to apologize, hoping to get out of this quickly, but you weren't gonna let this brat go without putting him in his place.