Well, not xbox, but real life.
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Ok, just spent an hour killing bumble bees. Fuckers are nested under the shed out back. Like a dumb ass, I hired an organic exterminator to make them go away. Three fucking useless weeks later, no fucking god damn piece of shit change. So today, I go out armed with two spray bottles filled with soapy water and a weed wacker. I start going at the grass around one of the spots that they come in and out of. They immediately start coming out. Sos I go into first person shooter mode. Two fisted shots as they come out, get em nice and wet so they have a hard time flying, run in and stomp. Repeat for an hour. Killed several dozen bees this way. Get adrenaline going in super mode. KILL, KILL, KILL!
After an hour of this, I call and leave a message on the exterminator’s phone about the uselessness of their service, and demand that they refund my money.
I’m just now calming down.
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
FPS mode.
Too awesome.
Should be a game, eh?
Next you go to the exterminator’s office and do the same thing to them. 🙂
Well, I did call them and told them to call me, not my wife, not to come over, demanded a refund and told them if they didn’t I’d file a complaint with the better business bureau. Unfortunately, I could only leave a message.
It was like a real game. It was wierd, it was kind of fun for about 10 minutes. I was running around, shooting, bouncing off of walls and stuff, just like a game. But then the adrenaline started kicking in and I was starting to feel sick. I couldn’t stop. I had to kill them all. Fucking wierd.
I’ve felt way out of sorts all day. Ill and unsettled.
ugh.