Seriously.
I hooked the PS2 up a couple weeks ago and have been rocking Star Wars: Battlefront 2004 Stylze, Yo! Last night I smoked through the sand dune and Mos Eisely levels in all available permutations.
This is why my wife doesn't leave me alone for any serious length time.
I WANT TO SEND MAN BACK INTO fuck*ng SPACE!
Getting to the moon and quitting is for fuck*ng pussies.
QFT
Hell, once my grandkids are well on their way to productive adulthood, send me the F to Mars so I can contribute something to the journey to get us the hell off this rock!