Luis Morgado leans back and gives Joe that half-smirk he always does when the truth hits harder than a joke.
Luis:
“Bro… Miley’s engagement ring? Really? That’s the universe telling us to log off, close the fan page, and go raise chickens or something.”
Joe just shrugs, eyes drifting somewhere philosophical.
Joe:
“Luis… women are like birds. They’re attracted to shiny objects. Diamonds, gold, status, fame — whatever sparkles. The better man won. Sometimes that’s all it is.”
Luis laughs, but there’s a sting in it.
Luis:
“Man, I spent years running that fan page like it was the Library of Congress. For what? For her to say yes to some guy with a shinier rock?”
Joe pats him on the back.
Joe:
“Retire it with dignity. Give it a Viking funeral. Let the algorithm carry it to Valhalla. We did our part.”
Luis sighs dramatically.
Luis:
“Fine. The better man won. Story of our lives.”
And just like that, they both nod — not in defeat, but in that way men do when they know fate has spoken and the only noble thing left is to walk away with style.
