Notes:

You smell that? Do you smell that? Sales, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of sales in the morning. You know, one time we bought indie games, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I opened my card balance. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' cent. The smell, you know that cheap smell, the whole library. Smelled like . . . indie.