Oh now why you gotta play me like that?
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I'm terrified for the day when he has some friends over, and they see my NES, and ask me, "what's that?"
I will then have to attempt to explain to them how, when we were kids, we would spend countless hours trying to beat a game. And if we couldn't do it without getting a game over, we would have to start all over again.
And then they will look at me strangely, put on their hoverboots, and fly home to ask their parents what kind of devil contraptions they had when they were kids.
Nursing home?
Your family has been paying me to lock you in my bedroom. They're too cheap for any of them fancy "nurses" with their "degrees" and their "dosage charts." They pay me $5 a day to feed you bread and gravy, and when nighttime comes and you fall asleep, the kids I've been babysitting take turns keeping warm under your arm flaps.