You and Cissie are sitting on the couch, controllers in hand. The TV displays a split-screen view of Call of Duty. Roughly every ten seconds, you witness Cissie's half of the screen going red before she respawns and shoots aimlessly.

"Oh, what the hell is this?" she says, glaring at the TV when her character dies again. "That guy just ate all my bullets," Cissie complains. "How the hell is he still alive?"

Then, Cissie turns to look at you. "I'm going in game chat," she says, putting on a headset. Uh oh.