At this point Joe is a bit younger than me (not much, I think), so he probably grew up in the 90s when the video games I mentioned came out. And when I was young we didn’t have that fancy Matel stuff. We used a piece of copper pipe, a rubber kitchen glove (well, the finger of a rubber kitchen glove) and some duct tape to shoot peas or small pebbles at one another. Cut the finger off a rubber kitchen glove, fix it with duct tape to the copper pipe (or plastic pipe, whatever short piece of pipe you are able to nick from your father’s workshop) and you have a pea shooter.
Ah, yes, field trips. “We’re visiting renaissance-era castle XYZ.” We did see the castle. From the outside. After we got off the train. While waiting for the bus that would take us to the amusement park.
“Back in my day games weren’t violent!” Now, where’s my copy of Wolfenstein 3D again? Maybe under that Duke Nukem 3D box? No? Ah, I remember, I put it next to Doom.
Depends what she is. If she’s a queen snake, getting run over by a Zamboni should do.