From the same people who brought us, "You v. Watson", comes "You vs. Rock-Paper-Scissors". Complete with analysis of why you chose your decision. Somehow I feel a Warren story here, where the computer becomes sentient, thinks its a god, and proceeds to make humanity worship it through "Rock-Paper-Scissors."
Cripes, when I think of how much money I spent chasing down punk rarities on eBay, little knowing YouTube would put all the sweet matter on a free cloud in a few years...
"The studio where our offices were served as a kind of showroom for Nickelodeon, not unlike when you go to a natural history museum and you can watch the archeologists and volunteers brush away dirt from fossils from behind a pane of glass or some such similar setup. Remember the section of Hammond’s tour in Jurassic Park, where the tour group is shown the genetic labs where the baby dinos are created, the busy scientists on display for all the visitors to point at or gawk at? That’s what certain days at the studio were like, with the guides walking groups of kids around to watch CARTOONS BEING MADE! Now I dunno if you’ve ever seen animation professionals at their trade, but the last people I’d wanna bring kids to see is some guy trying ever so hard to well up the strength to smile at some tiny strangers through his coffee sweat slickened face, sandwich bits clinging to the beard that wasn’t there yesterday when he got to work but is there now because he hasn’t been home, hasn’t, hasn’t showered or shaved, but is now trying to explain what he does to make the magic happen. Often I’d see such a person dig his fingers into a child’s shoulders and scream at them about how it’s all a sham, how it’s all so horrible and then collapse to the ground, already snoring as the smell from the excrement exploding from their slackened sphincters punches into the tour group’s faces."