Imagine this: MW2 lobby. Some kid just called you trash. You said hes not a clown, but rather the entire circus. He crosses the line and says, “I fucked your mom loser lol”. With this, you snap. You go on a 45 hour drive from your shitty hovel in west Michigan all the way to Florida where the Apollo 11 mission launched. You steal a leftover escape pod from the facility it was stored in after being recovered from the fall. You fill it with whatever means of fuel you can find, diesel gas, some propane, a dash of cum, a few sticks as a last resort. You find an open space to take off, and make it out of orbit with what little lift the pod was able to cough out. Now in space, you reboot this MW2 lobby, find the kids gamertag, and his address. You final move, to get your revenge on this 13 year old boy fucking your mother is to crash an escape pod at terminal velocity into his stepdad’s house. You will surely die from this, but at least you know he will never be able to fuck your mom again.