glances into mirror
Oh.
Right.
…Shit.
I know this is a grumpy old man take, but I’ll never get over the fact that they decided to call these dastardly things “hoverboards.”
Blasphemy, says eight year-old me, having just watched Back to the Future: Part II and now obsessed with someday obtaining a floating skateboard.
…because of the implication.
“At least once a year I like to bring in some of my Kevin’s Famous Chili. The trick is to undercook the onions. Everybody is going to get to know each other in the pot. I’m serious about this stuff. I’m up the night before, pressing garlic, and dicing whole tomatoes. I toast my own ancho chiles. It’s a recipe passed down from Malones for generations - it’s probably the thing I do best.”
Classic KITH.
“I have a chainsaw you can borrow.”
winces “Ooooh…I’m an AXE murderer.”
Fiend! The purse you clutch is my own! I know you not!
This. This is the one.
(Long live Ace Rimmer.)
The worst is not knowing if you’ll be able to collect the chest after the cutscene, or if the game will auto-teleport you to a boss fight or different area and cut you off from the treasure permanently.
“Doc, are you trying to tell me that you built a time machine…out of a DeLorean?!?”
“Marty, I’m going to be honest with you. I don’t think I have my meds properly balanced yet.”
“Heavy.”
“Precisely.”