- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
I would work myself into such a crazed rage that I'd cut my own wanker off and send it to Bungie in the mail with a note that said, "get screwed you bastards". Then I'd slowly calm down, realize what I have done, and I'd go to bungie, knock on the door, politely ask them for my weenie back and apologize.