The Flatface kids lose again at imitation brand Missile Command. I always found the game deeply disturbing, for, no matter how hard you tried, you inevitably lost, and your city was destroyed. Your pixelated families, dead. Your digital dog, vaporized. Everything, over. Game over, man. But in real life, you don't get to play another quarter. Man.
Hudson: That's it man, game over man, game over! What the fuck are we gonna do now? What are we gonna do?
Burke: Maybe we could build a fire, sing a couple of songs, huh? Why don't we try that?
An apt summary of current events.
4 comments:
Missile Command is no match for a team of ultimate badasses like Hudson.
Ready to get
it
on!
There is only one Hudson. He had 91% of the best lines in Aliens. An example:
Hudson: We're on an Express Elevator to Hell - Going Down!
"Whaddya mean, 'They cut the power'? How can they cut the power, man? They're animals!"
"Why don't you put her in charge, man?!"
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