I was listening to Lewis Black, so I decided to draw good ol' Kuj, since he's the most likely to represent my repressed, rarely released but ever growing cynicism of humankind's narcissistic ignorance.

'I'm looking forward to the Wii U! I am. Honestly. It looks fun! I've never looked so forward to playing Rayman.

Oh? Nintendo is kiddie? You know, that'd be so much more of a compelling argument if it didn't reek of an entitlement complex you were supposed to drop when you were seven. Eight tops. How am I supposed to see you as a mature adult when the core of your argument is pretty much 'WAAAHH Mommy mommy!! The world's not doing what I want it to!'
How?

"So cling to your "Hardcore gamer" label all you want. It's not gonna make your argument any more mature. I'd rather watch a two year old throw a tantrum. I would. And he's gotta soil himself too. Otherwise, it's fake, you wouldn't be convinced. The other two year olds would say "Screw that, Daddy." At least I wouldn't get the bull you're feeding me."

Sad thing is, that's how I feel. :(