You play “Left 4 Dead II” long enough you start asking yourself some questions….. Questions like… “Who the crap keeps leaving all these shots of Adrenaline around?!” Don’t they realize that I have a highly addictive personality.
Those son’s of….. why do they hate me soo much? ….Oh yeah… the stalking and late night creepy phone calls. I forgot.
Look, Valve, you should consider my stalking you as the highest form of flattery. Sure I probably shouldn’t do it naked slathered in jello pudding, but I have a style. It’s just what I do. And quite frankly I’d appreciate it if you would tell your security guard to use a different brand of Mace, the one they use now gives me a rash that lasts for days.