"So I decided why the hell not? I'll check out this thread because the original poster doesn't strike me as much of a faggot and even if he was, well…who am I to judge? I'm just doing my job as a Commentator, which is made a hell of a lot easier by the fact that I haven't had anything remotely interesting to do in the last half hour. I read over the title and start to think about the subject, but after the third bottle of scotch I drank I had a lot of trouble making out some of the words. Something about video games; I don't know. I don't really care either. But it's one in the morning, I have no one to tuck in or lie down with for the night, and the several dozen bullet holes in my chest are starting to hurt again. I take down another bottle of painkillers, about five more ounces of scotch, and smoke a cigarette as I suddenly forget where it was I was going with all this."