I played Starfield on launch. I Cyberpunked & glitched into walls. I GTA III’d through pavement and fell into another dimension where Morrowind was the height of gaming.

I woke up, and an angry rotund child with a bowl-cut was glaring at me.

I asked “is this 1995”?

“No” , he replied “I’m allowed to eat as much Mt. Dew as I want”.

No indeed, he began going into detail about “grinding”, and I had flashbacks to Diablo II.

So I lifted my left buttock and let out a loud toot.

The spectre left in a hurry, yelling something about “souls like”