(The following is a rant that explains why it's just as intolerable to work at Gamestop as it is to shop there. I'm a bit of a ranter if you haven't noticed. But I only rant to mask my own insecurities, so, no worries. It can be quite charming if you give it a chance.)

Fuck Trolls.

Not the forum trolls... although there's a special place in hell for those turds too...

No, you know who you are. You're the little unwashed, greasy, my-entire-wardrobe-smells-of-stale-ass-and-cheetohs fucks who would accost me when I worked at Gamestop. I have news for you, my friend. The fact that we both play games does not make us equals. There is a long list of characterizations that differentiate us. Primarily that I, for one, have taken a girls bra off. More than once. And I didn't have to drug/bludgeon/pay her for it. That's right. Titties. Titties are one of the key differences between us. And not just the jiggling man titties that are nipping through your unwashed Inuyasha t-shirt.

So kindly excuse me if I could not give less of a flying fuck about (and am, in fact, more than slightly repulsed by) your exuberance for the new online Yu-Gi-Oh game that will let you finally play in your underware. And if I have to hear anything more about your incredibly powerful level 20 D&D character, I'm going to shove that dice bag so far down your throat you'll be shitting nat 20s for the next six months.

No, you fucking troll, I am not your friend.

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