“Kokopelli: get off that motherfucking sniper rifle rocket launcher: every damned LAN party we have I always have to remind you, man, it’s not cool,” Aphrodite yelled across the hallway.

“I’m being perfectly cool: it’s the design of your favorite games that’s not cool: Olympian Murder Master 5 was slapped together on some fatass’s lunchbreak while he was jacking off with his other two Dr. Octopus arms.”

“Fine then,” Venus compromised, “Let’s play Jews and Errobs: like cops and robbers, except it doesn’t get kids any exercise at all because it’s on a screen.”

“You mean Counter Strike?”

“No, I mean the one where they put sociopolitical and religious propaganda into Half Life.”