Bugger

Whippersna...old...yeah...I remember playing pong when it was the latest and greatest thing in the world. Pong! Good god, we were all so easy to please back then. .

You may have been 1337 before and while it was cool. But now 1337 makes you smell like grandpa.

I grew up on a dairy farm and we had the veterinarian come by on a regular basis. If any cow ever thought him a pacifist examiner, the illusion was quickly dispelled when he went shoulder deep into the nearest bovine rectum.

I'm selfish enough to prefer a perfect game at your expense. However, I am not entirely without compassion and am therefore willing to donate some duct tape for waterproofing and steak sauce for flavor.