"Mooooooom!!" A deep, slobbering voice echoed throughout the house. Sarah sighed as she felt the kitchen floor quake slightly, each step of the massive object approaching causing the precious china in the kitchen to rattle dangerously. Her son, Anon, swiftly waggled towards her. The bulbous creature was extremely sweaty, and his breathing was strained from the arduous labor of moving his obese body, but his eyes were shining! Anon began to wave his gaming laptop around, trying to show his mom something.
"Scrimblo - Motherfucking - Bimblo!! HE'S IN MOM!!" Anon's voice was trembling; it was as though he was filled with equal amounts of raw excitement and pure reverence. "Sakurai finally showed those dumb anime swordsmen a thing or two! So fucking based!"
Sarah stared at her son for a moment, while he spun his computer around as if attempting some sort of lame trick. Finally, she spoke. "That's ummm... good, son?"
"Good?!" Anon's voice quickly filled with power and intensity only a vindicated gamer could muster. "It's not just good mom!! It's fucking based! BASED!"
"I... Yes, Anon. It's ummm... 'based'. Mom's so glad for your sake, sweetie." Sarah just did not know how to respond to her son when he got like this.
Her 30-year old son's obsession with Scrimblo Bimblo, the lovable scrunko and obscure video game mascot from his childhood troubled her sometimes. Posters of "the lovable scrunko" were plastered all over the walls of his so-called "mancave" in her garage. In fact, Anon spent most of his monthly allowance and birthday money on Scrimblo memorabilia. Just a few months ago, Anon had broken down into an almost inconsolable mess after the new challenger for that Smash game he was so crazy about had been confirmed to be two scantily clad anime girls. He had cried for hours about "shitty anime fanservice and japanese humor" while she had tried to console him.
Sarah understood that she should perhaps be happy for her son in this moment, it meant a lot to him obviously, but at the same time she could not help but worry. Would his obsession with that dumb "scrunko" grow even worse now? She shuddered at the thought...
The sudden noise of Anon starting to stomp his stubby feet against the kitchen floor broke her out of her musings. Her son began to wriggle back and forth, clapping his hands and began to sing the opening song to the GameCube title "Scrimblo Bimblo and the Hunt for Captain Longbeards Treasure Cove". The game was by many connoisseurs considered the last good Scimblo game, before the original studio moved on to produce other games. Sarah stared aghast at her son beginning his performance. Anon's singing voice was terrible but he sang the, much too long, title song with gusto, as if possessed:
"Scrimblo Bimblo, the greatest scrunko of all,
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