On the relaxing nature of games.
is listening to his friend play Call of Duty: Black Ops.
It's just a steady stream of contemptuous epithets between breaths:
"fuckin' campin' piece of shit.. this is bullshit. *throws down controller, picks it back up for the respawn* FUCK YOU, I SHOT FIRST! Pieces of shit. Pieces of shit! Cock bastards! Whatever, you fuckin' piece of shit game! *drops controller* Piece of shit. *picks up controller* Fuckin' fucking piece of shit. *mangles controller* fucking cockbite. *beats controller against floor* fuck you, you fuckin' cocksuckin' piece of shit. Fuckin' piece of shit. What the FUCK EVER! Bullshit! You fuckin' died, cocksuckin' son of a bitch! I was around the FUCKING corner! Piece of shit. *throws headset*..."
"Why do you play this, if it makes you so upset?"
"..."
Clearly, a relaxing pastime.
It's just a steady stream of contemptuous epithets between breaths:
"fuckin' campin' piece of shit.. this is bullshit. *throws down controller, picks it back up for the respawn* FUCK YOU, I SHOT FIRST! Pieces of shit. Pieces of shit! Cock bastards! Whatever, you fuckin' piece of shit game! *drops controller* Piece of shit. *picks up controller* Fuckin' fucking piece of shit. *mangles controller* fucking cockbite. *beats controller against floor* fuck you, you fuckin' cocksuckin' piece of shit. Fuckin' piece of shit. What the FUCK EVER! Bullshit! You fuckin' died, cocksuckin' son of a bitch! I was around the FUCKING corner! Piece of shit. *throws headset*..."
"Why do you play this, if it makes you so upset?"
"..."
Clearly, a relaxing pastime.