Me: [Wakes up and comes into the great room where C. is playing a video game. Stares at the screen for a moment.]
Me: Are those goats? Are you a sheppard? Sorry, goatherd?
C: Or… a witch doctor. Those are zombie dogs.
C. And I’m throwing jars of spider at people.
Me: Well, that makes sense. I’d be terrified if you threw a jar of spiders at me.
Seriously Diablo 3? That’s what you’re up to now? Zombie goat-dog and jars of spiders? Is this some sort of psychological warfare module? Back in my day you just shot the Hell out of your enemies with arrows.