I can't resist to a last one dedcated to Frink's culture...
Let me tell you the whole story:
When I was young, about four or five, we had an ATARI 2600 console at home. We had a few games, not much, but fortunately my father could hire video games at his work.
One day I saw my father and brother playing a curious video game: a yellow guy (no, another one) in the middle of a labyrinth was supposed to return to the center of it. There were many obstacles like denture and scissors. Each time my familly tried they failed. Of course I wanted to play to !
- "Hey, funny... I want to play ! Hey why the little man has a machine gun?" (hard to identify what he used to strike the walls with in fact)
- "Get away ABC ! You're to young to play this game!"
-"Well, let him play anyway... He won't last for long".
...
Then they leaved the joystick to me and I played... And I was good !... Very good even.
... I won three rounds under the stuned eyes of my familly !
They were laughing to death...
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... That was called:
