Obeisance

Obeisance- deferential respect to another person or the act of obeying or being submissive

Ex: The GameStop employees dipped their heads in a great show of obeisance as Ninja walked into their remote incel outpost in a strip mall in Reno, Nevada. Some employees removed their Pikachu snapbacks and held them over their hearts. Other employees saluted, their clammy hands pressed up against their G Fuel x Naruto collab headbands. Nobody dared to make eye contact with the blue prince, the Federico Fellini of Fortnite streaming, as nobody deemed themselves worthy. Ninja walked a regal walk over to the register where the manager was standing at attention, looking straight ahead at a rack of used Xbox games, his eyes trained specifically on a $4.99 copy of SSX- an open-world snowboarding game, and a classic one at that.

Ninja arrived at the register and greeted the manager. “Hello there, *reading his name tag* Garth”

*Garth looks Ninja in the face and begins to say what’s up to the blue-haired beast from Detroit*

“Sir Ninja, it’s an honor to…”

“EYES STRAIGHT AHEAD!”

“Yes, sorry sir Ninja. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“It better not. Matter of fact, kiss my ring, peasant”

*Ninja extends his right arm, hanging off of his ring finger is an iced-out Razer Naga V2 Pro wireless gaming mouse. Garth bends down, his eyed fixed forwards, and plants a smooch on the garish accessory*

“That’s right, Garth. Know your place. Now give me your Vbucks and I’ll be on my way.”

“Back right corner of the store, next to the Halo Master Chief helmets, the Leather-bound replica Red Dead Redemption 2 maps, and the lifesize cardboard cutout of Tfue…”

“The WHAT!?”

“The…uhhh…the cutout of Tfue. I’m sorry your swagness, we forgot to remove it before you got here.”

*Ninja’s face turns scarlet, a stark contrast from his electric blue hair. He whispers something to his 6’9 Viking of a bodyguard. The bodyguard strides over to the cutout and BAM, he picks it up and slams it over his knee, disfiguring the corrugated cutout image of Ninja’s arch nemesis: Turner “Tfue” Tenney. He then grabs the Vbucks off the shelf and returns to Ninja.*

“That’s more like it. We’re out of here, Fröde”

*Fröde gets down on all fours like some sort of human Caribou and Ninja climbs onto his back. Ninja pulls out a syringe full of G Fuel and jams it into Frödes thigh. Fröde lifts his front paws off of the carpet and roars. Ninja slaps Fröde on the ass as they gallop out the door, never to be seen again. *