Still waiting for a helicopter to land in the suspiciously helicopter sized clearing right next to where I chop wood every day and my old editor pops out like "A situation has arisen. Videogames are terrible and we need you to make dick jokes about them."
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we need you to save vidoe games
"...?"
"Do we get to win this time?"
"That's the stuff. Get in, I'll brief you on the way."
"Get in my briefs and I'll stuff..."
"Save it for the enemy, soldier"