Look, you and I have known each other a long time. Fifteen years! I still remember when you were a little ten-year-old. You were so cute, trying to walk on your own, crawling back and forth between Long Beach and San Jose. You made everyone call you the Computer Game Developers Conference. Those were the days. You had such fresh promise. Crazy game makers came from all over the world to see you.
Now look at you, all grown into the San Francisco convention center, bursting at the seams. You've become even more relevant, more noticed by mainstream society. However, there's something I feel I should talk to you about. It's been bothering me for a while. You know what it is. I'm talking about the women.
|And they're wearing makeup!|
|Because she made M.U.L.E.|
Now you've got college students coming!
|See how uncomfortable I look just standing next to her?!|
|This time I look uncomfortable because he's my boss.|
|Okay, this time I just did the uncomfortable look for consistency.|
|The badge hides the fact I wet myself.|