Strange... after playing that game all I remember is walking into the middle of the street and shooting myself in the head. Which is strange, since I don't own a gun, and I am still alive.
Now, my ! key has been replaced by a % on my keyboard, my mouse has switched axis, and a window pops up every ten minutes asking me to contribute to the Burt Reynolds campaign for literate elephants.
10 men in black suits knocked on my door this afternoon and asked me if I had any sugar, luckily I keep it in my tree house. We went to my tree house, and had tea time. They kept asking me questions, such as "What time is it in the southern half of New Orleans, Africa?" "If a train leaves brundi at 6 pm, where is the pancake?" "How much is a pound of duct tape worth in the province of Qubecenstan?" "Do I look fat in this?"
Clearly this proves that Polybius does exist, Men in black suits do care what I am doing playing arcade games, red is just green with a little dose of love, Santa Claus does exist, and is living in Denver with Elvis.
...pfffft. Denever. Who would ever believe that denver exists?