Anyone ever tried to eat pie while wearing a life jacket?
Nobody I know has.

I don't really expect any of my friends to be taking their time eating a bakery product whilst in the dangerous open arms of the sea, sorry.

Why the heck would you hate children? I love little kids! They are always funny, they always tell the truth, you can tell them the most stupid joke ever and they will laugh anyway.

I always play with my friends little brothers.

I don't know why you think they are that bad.

Highschool freshmen can be far worse. Or far better. Depends on the person/child.

Size-ist!

My allies and I clamber over the chain-link fence separating us from the airbase. An air raid siren blares as a jet zooms by, deafening us with a sonic boom. We draw our rifles and sprint towards our objective, splitting off into three groups- two groups going on either side of the base, one going straight through the central hangar. I happen to go into the hangar with my mates. As we enter the shadows, our quick sprint slows to a jog as we raise our weapons, ready for the fighting to start at any moment- and then a grenade goes off, sending one of my mates flying into the air with a scream. Gunfire sounds as both sides of the hangar are punched with bullet-holes. I see one of the Heroes stand up out of cover for a second, on a small metal platform on the floor above the ground hangar, evidently looking for a better shot, and I fire a burst of AK-47 rounds at his head, instantly killing him. My victory doesn't last long- I'm forced to retreat into cover and the other two Heroes begin firing at me. My remaining teammate hurls his own grenade, flushing them out of cover as they both hop down from the platform to avoid being blown to bits. One of them is quickly finished off by my mate, but the other advances on me, suppressing my position too heavily for me to return fire. He's forced to reload, and I stand up and fire- and my gun clicks empty. ♥♥♥♥.

I hop over the small concrete barrier I've been hiding behind and leap out at him before he can react, slamming the butt of my AK into his face and dropping him instantly. I pick up his weapon, an M9 assault rifle, and follow my teammate as we scramble up crates and get on the platform. We're about to move through a narrow corridor when a shape emerges from the other end and we're hit by small arms fire- a man with a metal riot shield, shambling towards us and blindfiring with a pistol. We take cover on either side of the entrance and I throw in a grenade, but it bounces off the front of his shield and explodes ineffectually. I climb off the platform and so does my mate, and we flee the hangar from two separate entrances on the upper floor, connected to the platform. I emerge into the blinding sunlight and see a shape moving below him, and I jump and land behind the man, another Hero, who fails to notice me. As he stops sprinting and raises his gun to check the area ahead, I run up behind him and grab him by the head, yanking backwards hard and snapping his neck. He, too, bears an M9, so I've now got plenty of ammo for it.

I ran back towards the way he came, and come onto a small alley-like opening with nothing much there except for some crates and a large shipping container, partly covered in the light of the dusk, partly in the shadow of the hangar. Yet, there's another shadow there, roughly human... I sneak around back of the container and clamber up, and my suspicions are confirmed: A sniper waiting on top of the roof of the hangar, watching over the Heroes' treasure. Taking careful aim, I drop him in one shot of the rifle, then hop off of the container and continue on my way forward. I've hardly taken five steps before a Hero rounds the corner, bearing a shotgun in his hands. My burst hits his shoulder but fails to kill him, and his buckshot shreds me to pieces. I close my eyes and embrace death...

Then I respawn on another Villain, fuming for vengeance when my last life was taken away when I was so close to my goal. The two of us advance forward and another group of 3 Villains emerges from another area of the map, and the five of us push, an invincible spearhead, towards the objective. This time, the approach is in the opposite direction of my last assault, and we come up on the objective fairly quickly. I hear a rattle as a heavy machinegun emplacement begins to fire, immediately killing one of our allies. Everyone takes cover except for a sniper, who deftly picks off the turret operator in a single shot. We leap over our cover and advance forward, guns blazing, when suddenly a large explosion kills two more of our allies and sends me flying to the ground, stunned- one of the Heroes shambles into view, reloading an RPG-7. I send a volley of rounds at him, forcing him to hide before I can finish him off, and I quickly flee into a nearby building before he steps back out.

As my eyes readjust from the bright light to cool shadow, I see a Hero moving through my level, holding the Villains' treasure in one hand! He moves over to nearby window and hefts the heavy treasure through, then prepares to follow it himself- but he never gets to, because I run at him and snap his neck. I clamber through the window myself, touching the treasure and restoring it to its proper place. Meanwhile, the invasion down below has turned out successful- one of my allies is fleeing with the Heroes' treasure in hand, and the other is providing covering fire for him. I climb onto the roof to gain a better view, stepping towards the edge and watching my ally closely.

For a few seconds, it seems to be going smoothly, but then the trail of a bullet flies by my head. At first, I think it's an enemy attack- then, the body of a Hero collapses from behind me and falls off the roof. He'd been preparing to kill me silently, and one of my allies had noticed and put a right stop to his plans. Making a mental note to thank the player later, I continue my overwatch duty and pump a fist into the air when my ally scores, returning to our base triumphantly, with treasure in hand.

Then I got shot in the head by a sniper. Serves me right for gloating, I suppose.
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So that's more or less a summation of my first five minutes playing the Uncharted 3 multiplayer beta. Fun as hell. The whole match lasted 15 minutes and ended in a narrow victory of Villains - 5 scores and Heroes - 4 scores. I got 1 score, 12 kills, and 5 deaths.

I like waffles. A lot.
Even moreso when you put like a big glob of peanut butter on the plate
And get lots of syrup on the plate and then you take your fork and get some peanut butter and coat it in the syrup and then pick up the waffle and get it more PBS-ey and then you eat it and it makes your mind go yes
Yum

Coffee?

I usually take it black, with very little sugar. I like it really bitter.

Black with milk in the morning, simply black in the rest of the day. I don't need pointless sugar in my veins, thank you very much.

Usually it's more concentrated as well. Before I got a dolce gusto I'd make full pots of old fashion ♥♥♥♥ coffee and then warm just the necessary in the microwave.

I don't consume nearly as much as I did back in the day though.

i don't drink coffee but when i do its good ♥♥♥♥, Colombian ♥♥♥♥. I put one spoonful of sugar in so that i can really taste the coffee, but it isn't too bitter. And its much better when its heated.

btw im Canadian, from the vicinity of North Bay, Ontario.

Well, you're ♥♥♥♥ spoiling that colombian ♥♥♥♥ with sugar. Good coffee isn't harsh or bitter, it has a hint of velvet and is actually smooth.

Do what, who are you speaking to, and why?

What
I wasn't trying to be funny or cute. I was describing the way I eat waffles, and if you find a problem with it then you obviously have an issue with concerning over other people's food. I really see no way that could be seen as intended as humorous. Seriously man, cool it. They're waffles dude.