So, I show up to a party. I'm wearing a bright green turtleneck. Lots of people are already there.

Josh: "Hey everyone, I brought the taco stuff!"
Erik: "...Well... How old is the taco meat?"
Josh: "Uh, I got it yesterday."
Erik: "...I guess that it'll be alright."

Somewhat later, as the taco stuff is heating back up, we're playing a Call-of-Duty-esque game. Somebody puts the game mode to "Swords."

Josh: "They have swords in this game? I thought this was a war game?"
John: "Yeah."

I proceed to go 0 and 25, absolutely slaughtered. I am agitated. I can't figure out what's going on, and I can barely see what's happening on the screen.

John: "I see you play Swords about as well as you make tacos."
Josh: "Alright. Fuck all of you."

And I storm out.