"We'll get you a good controller for this job," she said, Gail did, "Just the kind you like. You like Super Nintendo controllers, don't you?" I should've guessed what she meant by that.
But I've got no right to bellyache. This little mission I'm on is the least I could do. There's a kind of debt you can't ever pay off, not entirely. And that's the kind of debt I owe Gail.
Besides, I've got reasons of my own for taking this gig. Hell, I'd have volunteered for it, if they hadn't asked me first. I just wish this dear old controller could make it all the way to third gear without shaking my thumbs halfway off my hands -- and that it could carry me all the way to the annual income screen without my finger slipping off the L button.
This is where it happened.
Just last night.
Sloppy work, but thorough. They didn't miss a thing.
Enter in the right code in Sim City, and you can build anything...