That's why they keep me around
It think it's cool you play Zelda. I remember when my parents got me my NES - it was Christmas Day, 1988 - and I went totally batshit. I was playing and my Dad was watching - and he started to ask me wierd questions like "how do you run fast?" and making comments on my gameplay. Suddenly it was time for dinner and he's like "I think you've had enough, son". So we have dinner and I go play transformers for awhile, and around 9:00 I walk into the living room and dad's got the NES controller in his hand - all he says is "it's time for bed. Kiss your Mom goodnight". So being the good boy I am I go to bed. I sleep dreams of goomba stomping and get up at 7:30 to play me some Duck Hunt - and he's still there - razor stubble, in his underpants (clothes tossed all over) on level eight, fighting Bowser. And when he finally beats him my Dad shouts to the heavens
There, damn you! I am the master! I am the king! I AM SUPER MARIO! and then passes out on the couch. He never touched an NES controller again.
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