You're all standing over there on your high horse yielding your Everyday Shooter sword complete with a Super Stardust HD shield atop your Warhawk shouting something about your "Uncharted: Drake's Fortune!" You smug bastard.
I'll overlook the fact that I think you were raped by your parent; I know a broken seal when I see one. I was told you were new. Your shell looks new, that's for sure. But your input device, once I had the feel of a separately-purchased new one in my hands, felt so tainted by the hands of another man. I have nothing, of course, to point fingers with -- aside from my actual fingers -- though, so unless more evidence to your foul play arises then you're safe. And I love you. You cruel, time-sucking succubus.
PS. Fuck Gamestop. Fuck it straight to hell.