Ey up Mary! Were it tha I saw writhin' and scurryin' in fog? Weren't sure missen, t'were reyt ower-kessen!

Ah no, t'were abstract psychosexual 'orror, sent to torment our James wi' manifestation o' his suppressed guilt!

Notable exceptions being, woke lagers and pilsners for preternaturally middle-aged uni qlo softboys, and racist IPAs for your edgy dad who is privately trying to clockwork orange himself into liking Fontaines DC.

I've known forever that these games were just unabashed propaganda, but it's hysterically funny that Black Ops 6's entire story hinges on: what if there was one pretty bad person in the CIA?

I think if I was still a soft and smooth brained teenage boy, I might be slightly better off drinking paint.