007: Quantum of Solace

Tonight I (who happen to suck at this game) went upstairs and played 007: Quantum of Solace with Christopher (who happens to be a master sniper). Needless to say, it was a unique experience and I owned him. The game ended with me: 1 kill and him: 7 kills. But I still won. Cause since I'm older, one of mine counts as like 20. Yeah. That's in the rules somewhere.

Anyway, this is some of the interesting conversation:

Kelsie: Look at me! I'm dancing! Yaaaaay!

Chris: *pow*

Kelsie: Aw come on! The screen turned red! I died! Crum!

Chris: My gosh, Kelsie...

Kelsie: Oooh look, a fire extinguisher! I can do cool things with those, Moreso taught me about that...Hey look, a cash register! *shoots the cash register* It didn't open! Why not?

Chris: *sneaks up behind me and snipes me*

Kelsie: Hey! Sniper, no sniping! Aww man...

Chris: Wow.

Kelsie: I'm in a truck. I think I will sit here and wait for you to come along and I'll snipe you.

Chris: Mmhm. *walks up to truck*

Kelsie: Oooh! *staring at the ceiling*

Chris: *standing directly in front of truck in my line of fire*

Kelsie: Whee.

Chris: *shoots me*

Kelsie: HEY!

Kelsie: Ooh look a door!

Chris: Wow. You really should not sign up for the military anytime soon. You'd be like dancing around in the middle of the field with your gun waving in the air. And then you'd be like "Ooh look a rock!" and staring at the rock. And then you'd walk up to a enemy and be like "Are you the bad guy or the good guy?" and he'd be like "Get out of my way or I'll shoot you!" and you'd be like "That's not very nice!"

Kelsie: Hey, I owned in paintball. I was good in paintball. You ask any of the guys I played with.

Chris: Define good.

Kelsie: I shot three guys and got shot three times.

Chris: Well if that was in real life if you got shot 3 times and shot someone else 3 times, you're both dead. You call that good?

Kelsie: No, cause I got shot once in the hair, once in the mouth, once in the neck.

Chris: So?

Kelsie: *dancing in the parking lot* Oom...pa. Loom...pa. Doom...pa. Dee... Do.

Chris: Oh my gosh Kelsie, you're waving your gun at the ceiling and dancing and I'm right here.

Kelsie: Whee!

Chris: *shoots me*

Kelsie: These barrels annoy me. *shoot trash cans*

Chris: Those are trash cans, genius!

Kelsie: Whatever!!

Chris: Hi, I'm right here.

Kelsie: *shoots Chris*

Chris: Good job. You finally shot me. Now I know I'm actually playing against a human being.

Kelsie: *starts shooting a previously-dead figure of myself on the floor* Look! When you shoot them, their shirt makes poofy noises!

Chris: *sneaks up and shoots me*

Kelsie: Grr. ...I'm gonna go blog about this. Come help me blog about this.