Rob wants me to confess. I am addicted to that stinking, evil, evil, irritating Worms Armageddon. It's EVIL.

And I can't stop playing it. Even though I do mightily suck at it, I continue to play. I can't get no stinking medals. I have killed more of my own worms than the worms on other teams. But I can't stop. Can't.

Then again, neither can Rob. He made me use my new CD copier to make a back up of the CD so he can play at the same time I'm playing. It's very odd to hear his worms yowling at the same time mine are.

Rob still uses much more colorful language than I do, and with greater intensity. I holler at my worms more frequently though. It's all about balance.

Rob wants me to confess. I am addicted to that stinking, evil, evil, irritating Worms Armageddon. It's EVIL.

And I can't stop playing it. Even though I do mightily suck at it, I continue to play. I can't get no stinking medals. I have killed more of my own worms than the worms on other teams. But I can't stop. Can't.

Then again, neither can Rob. He made me use my new CD copier to make a back up of the CD so he can play at the same time I'm playing. It's very odd to hear his worms yowling at the same time mine are.

Rob still uses much more colorful language than I do, and with greater intensity. I holler at my worms more frequently though. It's all about balance.