"Video games are a waste of time" said Crazy Henry to me the other night, as we sat around watching NCIS reruns on Netflix. For once we were hanging out at my place instead of his.
"You'll get no argument from me" I told him.
Suddenly Crazy Henry stood up, closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and floated off the floor a few inches. He stayed there for a good five minutes before coming down.
"That's amazing!" I shouted at him. "How'd you do that?"
Crazy Henry just stared at me, his eyes turned a solid green.
"I am not your Crazy Henry" he said, but it wasn't his voice at all; it sounded like a pneumatic drill going through birthday cake. "I am Video Gamer X45, from the Planet Crouton. I have taken over this body in order to challenge your planet's best video gamers. Take me to them."
"I don't know any" I replied truthfully. "Me and Crazy Henry think video games are a complete waste of time. Anybody who plays video games is nothing but a big loser."
The not-Crazy Henry looked shocked, then began to cry. Big purple tears ran down his cheeks. "You're mean" he said to me. "I'm going home." Crazy Henry slumped over onto the couch, and it took a quart of rocky road ice cream to revive him. When at last he could speak I asked him how he felt. "The galaxy is nothing but a big video game" he whispered to me.
"You'll get no argument from me" I told him.
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