Oh. My. Fucking. Fuck. I love this thing so much I don’t even want to have sex with it. I want to marry it, treat it right, bring home flowers once a week and take it to nice dinners. Meet its family, help its mom make dinner and help its dad do house repairs. Buy it elaborate anniversary gifts. And then me and the Scott Pilgrim game can talk about raising a family one day, when it’s ready. That’s how much I love this game.