michael mouse, holding his tattered oliver twist hat, shows up at your door. he holds out his tattered oliver twist paw. “please sir or maam”, he says. “our orphanage only has one game boy advanced for us all to share”. the light from your brilliant golden crown (purchased with money you saved from pirating disney movies) reflects in the tears welling up in his eyes. “can you please give me but one shilling, so that we may buy two game boy advances?”. you stomp his stupid oliver twist face in. michael mouse is fucking dead. this is what happens when you pirate video games.