*Enters Forum Game Store.*
Phantom: Hello, I wish to register a complaint.
Sheb: *Works behind counter.*
Phantom: Hello, miss?
Sheb: What do you mean, "Miss"?
Phantom: I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint!
Sheb: We're closin' for lunch.
Phantom: Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about this game that I purchased not a few ago from this very forum.
Sheb: Oh yes, the, uh, Countries at War... What's, uh...What's wrong with it?
Phantom: I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad. It's dead, that's what's wrong with it!
Sheb: No, no, It's uh,... It's resting.
Phantom: Look, matey, I know a dead game when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.
Sheb: No no it's not dead, he's, he's restin'! Remarkable game, the Countries at War, idn'it, ay? Beautiful carnage!
Phantom: The carnage don't enter into it. It's stone dead.
Sheb: Nononono, no, no! It's resting!
Phantom: All right then, if it's restin', I'll wake it up!
*Bangs on thread.*
HELLO, COUNTRIES AT WAR! I got a lovely fresh turn for you if you...
Sheb: *Hits thread.*
There! It moved!
Phantom: No, it didn't, that was you hitting the thread!
Sheb: I never!!
Phantom: Yes, you did!
Sheb: I never, never did anything...
Phantom: (yelling and hitting the thread repeatedly) 'ELLO COUNTRIES!!!!!
Testing! Testing! Testing! Testing! This is your nine o'clock alarm call!
*Takes parrot out of the cage and thumps its head on the counter. Throws it up in the air and watches it plummet to the floor.*
Phantom: Now that's what I call a dead game.
Sheb: No, no.....No, it's stunned!
Phantom: STUNNED?!?
Sheb: Yeah! You stunned it, just as it was wakin' up! Forum Games stun easily, major.
Phantom: Um...now look...now look, mate, I've definitely 'ad enough of this. That game is definitely deceased, and when I purchased it not a few days ago, you assured me that its total lack of movement was due to it bein' tired and shagged out following a prolonged turn.
Sheb: Well, he's...it's, ah...probably pining for the fjords.
Phantom: PININ' for the FJORDS?!?!?!? What kind of talk is that?, look, why did it fall flat on his back the moment I got 'im home?
Sheb: The Countries at War prefers kippin' on it's back! Remarkable game, id'nit, squire? Lovely carnage!
Phantom: Look, I took the liberty of examining that game when I got it, and I discovered the only reason that it had been sitting on its thread in the first place was that it had been STICKIED there.
Sheb: Well, o'course it was nailed there! If I hadn't stickied that game down, it would have nuzzled up to those threads, bent 'em apart with its updates, and VOOM! Feeweeweewee!
Phantom: "VOOM"?!? Mate, this game wouldn't "voom" if you put four million volts through it! It's bleedin' demised!
Sheb: No no! It's pining!
Phantom: It's not pinin'! It's passed on! This game is no more! It has ceased to be! It's expired and gone to meet it's maker!
It's a stiff! Bereft of life, it rests in peace! If you hadn't stickied it to the thread it'd be pushing up the daisies!
It's metabolic processes are now 'istory! It's off the twig!
It's kicked the bucket, It's shuffled off it's mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisibile!!
THIS IS AN EX-GAME!!
Sheb: Well, I'd better replace it, then.
Sheb: Sorry squire, I've had a look 'round the back of the shop, and uh, we're right out of Countries at War.
Phantom: I see. I see, I get the picture.
Sheb: I got a You ARE game...