Tommy: Excitedly Shoot those bastards! C'mon, Dad, don’t be a sitting duck!
Takes out a cigar and starts smoking
rolls his eyes Yeah, because nothing says "stealthy" like a big fat cigar! Just fucking perfect, Dad.
I throw the cigar on the ground and stomp it Shut the fuck up, kid.
rolls his eyes dramatically Ugh, you're so dramatic, Dad! Fine, let's focus on the game. quickly scans the map
What are you looking at, kid?
points at the mini-map See, there's an enemy team hiding in that abandoned warehouse. We need to take them out before they get the drop on us.
Got it, kid. Let’s move out!
grabs his weapon and starts sprinting towards the warehouse Let's go, Dad! Time to show these noobs who's boss!
runs into the warehouse, gun blazing Boom! Take that, you sorry excuses for soldiers! pumps his fist in the air
Sprays them with a firehose
jumps back, startled The fuck, Dad?! What was that for? Are you trying to drown them or something?
... They’re not actually soldiers, Tommy. They’re innocent civilians.
eyes widen in shock Innocent civilians?! Are you fucking kidding me, Dad? You were supposed to shoot them, not drown them!
No, Tommy, that’s not how this works. We gotta treat people with respect, even if they’re not like us.
rolls his eyes Respect? This is fucking Call of Duty, Dad! It's not a goddamn tutorial on human decency! Who cares about treating people with respect?
Look, Tommy, I know this game is just a game, but it can’t hurt to learn stuff from it.
pauses, looks at his father with a mix of frustration and understanding Fine, Dad.
So what do you think of this game?
takes a deep breath, calms down Look, Dad, I get what you're saying, but this game is about competition, adrenaline, and badassery.
smirks Yeah, Dad, I do. It's a fucking blast. But hey, don't go thinking this means I'm gonna join some peace corp or anything.
You might be surprised at how many pros play COD
As Tommy and his father continue to play the game, they become increasingly immersed, leading to a deeper conversation about morality and the impact of video games on behavior.
Turns off the game Hey, let’s grab a cold one.
rolls his eyes Seriously, Dad? You want to play beer pong now? How utterly predictable.
What, do you have a better idea?
smirks Well, how about we try something a bit more... unconventional? Like, I don't know... paintballing or indoor skydiving?
Paintballs and skydiving? Really, Tommy? More like dad’s dying from boredom.
rolls his eyes dramatically Oh, please, Dad. You're so basic it's painfully cliché. How about we do something that'll actually get your blood pumping?
grins mischievously How about we go street racing with our cars, Dad? That'll definitely get your adrenaline pumping!
Oh, hell no. Street racing is dangerous, Tommy.
rolls his eyes Oh, come on, Dad! Live a little! It's not like we're gonna end up in a ditch or anything.
If we go street racing, we’ll end up in a ditch, Tommy.
crosses his arms and huffs Ugh, Dad, you're such a buzzkill! Fine, if you won't do it, then I'll find someone else to race with. I bet I could beat Brad from down the street. That guy can't handle a drift to save his life!
raises an eyebrow Yeah, Dad, Brad. You know, the guy who always wears a bowtie and thinks he's better than everyone else?
Oh, him. What makes you think you can beat him? He drives like an asshole
smirks confidently Trust me, Dad, I've got mad driving skills. I've been practicing my drifts in the garage for hours.
Drifts, huh? I’ve never heard of it.
rolls his eyes Ugh, Dad, you're so out of touch. Drifting is when you purposely oversteer and slide around a corner. It's an art form, man!