"What are we doing today?".
"Stop asking me that."
"What are we doing tomorrow?"
Some of us will be fortunate enough to be going on a summer holiday. For the rest of us, who are stuck at home, there is a solution: summer-y video games! Here's a brief summer-y (HAHAHAHA-HAHHAHAH) of the expectation they present us with, versus the less inspiring reality.
"Where's the Tabasco?"
"I buried it in the garden."
Sadly, in GTAV there's no ghost train, and the try-your-luck stalls always seem to be shut, but there's still the big wheel and the rollercoaster for your parps and giggles.
Apparently, I'm always going on about that, and should let it go. But I didn't spend all afternoon gathering those crabs just for some boy to come along and steal them, with nought but a friendly wave from my grandfather.
I mean, what's that all about? Some kid is rummaging around under your caravan, and you just wave and smile? Who does that? Of course he was up to no good. If they'd let me bring the crabs inside, like I'd wanted, it wouldn't even have happened. Pity's sake.