This article gave me total 'Chuck E Cheese's' flashbacks. I unfortunately worked there when I was a younger, more naive man. Well sadly, once a month for a week I had to put on the stinky, old, dirty Chuck E Cheese rat uniform and entertain at a child's birthday party. Oh Dear God The Horror! There was always the 'sick' kid that somehow always managed to involve me in his/her projectile vomiting, even from the opposite side of the table. There was usually the 'kid that's too young to be there' and my rat outfit scared the living shit out of them and they would scream bloody murder. And then ofcourse...there were the nutshots, the ENDLESS nutshots that you had to sustain from kids always running, and jumping, and kicking through the place like they usually did. Hell, if my nuts didn't get racked during one of those things then I was having an off night. And the bad thing is that all you can do when it happens is fall over and somehow pretend it's part of the act while your really screaming, "OH MY GOD MY NUTS!" inside the head of the outfit.
Needless to say, I will NOT be buying this game.
With a damaged Panzer still hunting 'The Haunted Tank' and Gus out of ammo, Jeb knew there was only one option, "Slim, RAM!"