UGO writes: " When you blast through your favorite FPS, do you ever take a break from the calamity and let your eyes wander to the hands at the bottom of the screen, and you think, "Man, those hands are a representation of my hands. They do what I tell them to do: shoot the gun, stab the bad guy, and grab the life pack. I really owe those hands a solid. They've done so much for me. They're respectable dudes," then slurp on a Diet Cherry Cola?
And then do you realize those hands aren't real hands, and even if they were, it's not like you could take them out for a burger or beers, because hands can't eat?"