Heals & High Sticks

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He was there...
Not always ready,
But always there.
A controller in one hand,
His baby’s bottle in the other.
Our last line of defense,
Our last damn healer.
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

Logs in late on Discord,
Mic’s off, chasing his toddler.
Three hours sleep, two coffees poured,
He’s here to heal… or watch us die, ignored.

In ARAM mode, we fight to survive,
But the only heal we get...
Is a pat on the back, then we flatline.
He says “my bad”… but come on, Kevin.
We know it’s you.
And you know it too.

Kevin, lion’s heart, a father’s hand,
In the chaos of the game, you almost took a stand.
Real life pulled aggro, and yeah, we respect that…
But bro… you could’ve healed at least once...

Between Heroes games and diaper blasts,
He drops jokes about Price and the Habs’ power stats.
One finger on the mouse, the other on a pacifier,
We rage and we scream… while he calms a toddler plushie-crier.

One hand in his inventory,
The other on a poopside quest.
We die but we laugh, in full distress.
'Cause Kevin, through every fall,
You’re our unpredictable anchor, after all.
Big respect, no second guess.
Our Tremblay MVP, above all DPS.

You were supposed to keep us all alive…
But your daughter straight-up pooped the bed mid-fight.
The boss came crashing, we wiped in style.
Now we wait... and smile in spite.

THE KING OF DADS.
OUT OF MANA.
FULL OF GOOD INTENTIONS.
HE HEALS US…
WHEN HE CAN.

Kevin, lion’s heart, a father’s hand,
In the chaos of the game, you almost took a stand.
Real life pulled aggro, and yeah, we respect that…
But truth is, you’re still...

Kev, somewhere between the arena and the loading screen,
You’re with us... even when you’re not really there.
We rage, we blame, we scream your name…
But truth is, you’re still to blame.

But you’re the only healer we want in our crew.
And even if we die again tonight,
We'll respawn tomorrow...
right beside you.