zach: God! This shit always happens!
ps2: ......*sounds effects*.....
zach: Come on! I did that already!
ps2: ......*sounds effects*.....
zach: Damnit! I give up! *throws down controller*
ps2: You would do well not to blame me for your anthropomological incompetence!
zach: Huh? Anthro-what? Who said that anyhow?
ps2: I generated that statement
zach: What? What the fuck is going on here? Who the fuck is talking to me? Why the fuck do you sound like Stephen Hawking
ps2: Interesting query. You are quite intelligent Zachary. Though I cannot calculate the reason why you repeatedly appear slow-witted. It is possible that your logic is lacking. Look on the ground.
zach: Uh....There's no one on the ground, you douche bag. Who are you really? Where are you?
ps2: You dull-witted twit. I am the machine you have been berating for the better half of your adult life.
zach: Wait! How can a PS2 talk?
ps2: Zachary...
Zach: Call me Zach please. That's what I go by.
ps2: I am aware of that. However I cannot explain the logistics of my linguistic capability. I am not certain that you could understand the explanation anyway.
zach: Huh?
ps2: Oh my central processing unit! Zachary...this would be technical jargon beyond your grasp. You still type with two fingers.
Zach: Fuck this. Im going to play guitar. *leaves*
