This guy came over to my house today.
I don't know what he wanted, but apparently he thinks
he can just walk into my house like he owns the place.

Oh wait...he brought something.
They're Bawls, the energy drink.
So, I decided not to immediately kill him.

Here's us doing the pirate stance.
He didn't know what I was talking about
and it took about half and hour to do this,
but we managed to get it done anyway.

Now that's how you drink.
None of that girly sipping here.

After awhile, we went to my room and loaded up my new Xbox.
I was kind of tired, so the guy started playing Halo 2 alone.

That guy had been shooting so much, that he ran out of ammo.
But just in time, backup shows up.
I wonder if they have any ammo to share?

Yeah, they had lots of it.

That guy said he was good.
He said it was an accident and that he doesn't normally die.

He's probably lying and died because he sucks.

I suppose this is an accident to then.

Shut up.

He's angry cause he's getting his butt stomped.
Can you see the terrible anger welling up inside him?
I can't.

This is what happens when you miss.

And this is what happens when you cower behind boxes.

Finally he beat the damn level.
I fell asleep five times and went to the bathroom once.

Sheesh.

After some long lengths of sighing, I went and grabbed a controller off my bed and got ready
to show this guy how to really play.

Here's me and that guy as we wait for the game to load.
Don't ask me why he's eating ham.
I'm busying lubricating my insides, because without proper lubrication,
one could succumb to the effects of rust.

Holy crap it's starting!
Wait..agh..no I'm not ready!

See this is how you play Halo.
Llammas take note.

I hate bugs.

He does too.
Bugs can live through practically anything,
So you have to smash them into little juicy pieces.

YES! YES!!! Banshees!

You have to charge straight at the enermy.
You can't fly around and shoot them, you have to make them a splatter on your windshield.

There's a dogfight a brewin'

That guy flew below and behind the target.
Then he opened up on him!
That pilot never knew what hit 'em!

His engine's flaming and his shields are down.
Then finally the ship explodes.

Check out that spiral.

The guy says he's got to go, he has to sleep.
I told him "Sleep is for wimps." and he said he couldn't stay.

There he goes, out onto my driveway.
I might never see him again.

Damn it, he left my door open. The butthole.
I hope he dies now. I don't want anyone that doesn't close my door.