For long time it has been hard to play battlefield heroes with a Penguin look in the face, but after some magazines of bullets my mom said "Hey you little idiot, start playing a proper game or I will pick up your balls and throw them in the food-processor together with your mouse and dignity".
This statement scared the this out of the little boy's ass.
He ran away to seek out if bad company 2 really was the greatest game ever, but he discovered that his mom smoked a joint

he totally freaked out