People,

Last night 12-Gauge and I were doing what we always do with our time together - fighting in a war against other nerds all around the world in the virtual environs of Halo.

Now, as I've said before, I suck at this game. I mean, I really suck. Like, badly. But that's why it's fun to play with Pete, because he's good and my association with him makes it look like I suck less.

Anyway, one particularly infuriating feature of the game is that when you are in close proximity to your enemy you can talk to them through your headset. This lends itself to lots of trash talking, especially when someone has killed you. You see, some people will stand over your dead body and talk about how much you suck. And when you're dead, you can't talk back. AAAAAAARRRGGGG, right? As you can imagine, this humiliation happens to me a lot.

But last night there was some vindication in the form of one Mr. 12 Gauge. In one game, my character (I like Pajamas) was running along when suddenly I hear "I like Pajamas? Ha ha! I like killing you!!!! Ha ha. You suck!" Of course I was instantly killed at this point and was getting really pissed until I hear 12 say "You like killing him? I like killing you, bitch!" at which point he ran over my nemesis with a truck.

It was the single greatest act of friendship I have ever been the recipient of.