That won't result in certain doom for the video game industry, no sir!
I was too young to fully appreciate the scope of the first death of the video game industry, but if it happens again, I'll be paying very close attention. People will want a post mortem, and I may as well be the one to document it. (Maybe Microsoft will have to bury the Xbox brand in the same landfill where they uncovered all those E.T. cartridges.)
Joke's on you! Humans will be extinct by 2531. Maybe by 2031 if Trump becomes president again.
Why was I expecting consequences?
This dude gives me the same vibes as Mojo Jojo in that episode of The Powerpuff Girls, where he's protected by a bunch of dumb hippies.
"Not so fast, Mojo Jojo!"
"Help, I'm being oppressed!"
"Not so fast, Powerpuff Girls!"
They should call it the "Waffle Hovel" to skirt copyright.
Isn't Erdogan that thing Jason Blood turns into in DC comics?
But they can't sell you more shit if they didn't have planned obsolescence baked in!
(It's a little sobering realizing that technology is old enough to be, you know, OLD. Nothing about this is novel to anybody anymore. We're way, way past being impressed by two lines batting a dot around.)
Not so smart to buy, it would seem!
The Reuben is up there. A delightful combination of creamy (Swiss), hearty (Rye), salty (corned beef), sweet (Thousand Island dressing), and tart (sauerkraut). Those are like, the Power Rangers of sandwich ingredients. When they combine, the end result is unstoppable.
Those things aren't like the K9 unit in the C.O.P.S. cartoon, or even like Goddard in Jimmy Neutron. They're terrestrial drones. Comparing them to dogs is either incredibly generous to them or incredibly insulting to the dogs.
Spiced Coke is almost drinkable. I regret to say that Coke Space and the various other recent flavors do not meet that standard.