What’s the big deal about the battleship itself in that game? Frankly, those dinky-ass two-pin PT boats were much more of a pain to track down. Lucking out and finding your opponent’s PT early in the game was much better than finding their battleship at the same point would have been.
Although I’ll admit that “You sunk my PT boat!” isn’t nearly as catchy for the commercial.
Threads like this always remind me of Brad Pitt’s conversation with Kevin Spacey in Se7en:
“I’ve been trying to figure something in my head, and maybe you can help me out, yeah? When a person is insane, as you clearly are, do you know that you’re insane? Maybe you’re just sitting around, reading “Guns and Ammo”, masturbating in your own feces, do you just stop and go, “Wow! It is amazing how fucking crazy I really am!”? Yeah. Do you guys do that?”
I’m not here to solve the problems of the limits of American political discourse, trash Chomsky, etc. I am here to Pit me. I’m a nasty motherfucking asshole.
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