"Where we dropping bois?" 

Translation: The madness is about to begin.

Three beeps and a flying bus? Kiss your relevance goodbye.

Wondering why there is excessive clicking coming from the computer? 

Well, you better hope a string of curse words don't follow.

Because then he will yell about how he died to the "the lag" and you will have no choice but to agree with him and fight to quiet a laugh.

If he asks "Oh my God, did you see that, babe?"

You always reply with, "Yes, babe."

Even though you have no idea what happened and all you see is a dancing person on his screen, you are, of course, proud.

The Friday Night Compromise

The compromise being that he gets to play one hour of Fornite as long as I get my cuddles right after.

It's only fair, right?

A Victory Royale 

Translation: This is your chance to pull him away from the game so you better start talking.

"Yay! Great job, honey!"

*Distracts him with as many kisses as possible and pulls him away from the game*