You finally manage to re-convert your mother's basement back into the perfect man cave. Z-Cube 180, wide screen TV, badly stained couch, a gallon jug of some nondescript soda, and a bag of Triangular Cheese Approximate Covered Potato Based Chips™*. Perfect.
*not considered to be a 'food' by the FDA.
You sit down to play the latest installation of the Message to Preform Your Responsibility franchise, Message to Preform Your Responsibility 46. You aren't entirely sure what is different from the last game in the series, it might actually be an objectively worse copy, but you spent a good $60 on it so your going to play it, damn it.
"oh... is that Message to Preform Your Responsibility 46, big brother?" your sister asks as she sits down on the couch next to you. She had always identified as a 'gamer girl', though you though that just meant that she had memorized video game trivia so she could seduce nerds. Apparently Gamer Girls also play games, who knew?
"uh.. yeah." you say while trying to focus on the match. You had to stand in a circle while a flag magically raises itself up a flag pole, while taking cover from the hail storm of bullets behind a stack of pallets, the kind with holes in them? Its very important that a member of your team raises the flag, and that you don't let a member of the enemy's team do the same thing, or else the Soviet-Nazi-Zombie-Terrorists will win or something. This game was advertised on being highly accurate.
"Oh, can I play?" Your sister asks.
"I kinda broke the second player controller... Damn it." Some camper just killed you.
"What?"
"I was bored while this match was starting, so I turned it into a Speak-yo-Mind Ray."
"A what?" She picked up the mangled controller, with wires and a bent up soda can jutting out the side.
"Yeah, you know how women, very annoyingly, never say what they're thinking or feeling and then get angry when you don't know what they are thinking or feeling? Its really annoying."
"Bro, wtf?" Says your sister, who is in fact a woman.
"That can make women say what they are thinking or feeling at any given time, eliminates all the guess work." You say.
"Oh really?" She accidentally brushes against the hair trigger of the Speak-yo-Mind Ray and blasts herself in the face with it. "I WANT TO FUCK MY BIG BROTHER!" She covers her mouth and blushes intensely.
"wut?" You say.