As the Internaute sat down to type, she cracked her knuckles like a gangster in a Guy Ritchie movie about to wail on some poor nob down on his luck at the dogs. "Look 'ere son," he croaked in a terrible mockney accent. "Big Pyjamas Pete is very un'appy over the monkey wot you owe 'im. And when Big Pyjamas Pete is un'appy I'm un'appy and deary me son, when I get un'appy you wouldn't 'alf believe wot 'orrible things 'appen to dozy sods like you." The nose of Barry Shoes exploded in a shower of blood; she began.
How about that Modern Warfare 2, eh? Boy, people sure do like video games!