“Daddy, can you hellllp me?” This would be my 8-year old daughter asking.
“With what?”
“With this game.”
“C’mon, Elena, you know you should beat games yourself.”
“Yeah, but after I used the scalpel to make an incision, I couldn’t locate the tumors on the patient’s esophagus.”
“Fine, I’ll help you. What do I do again?”
“It’s just like the operation on the pancreas!”
“Uh… it’s been a few weeks since I did that. What do I do?”
“His vital signs are dropping! You need to use the ultrasound, daddy!”
“Oh right… like this?”
“Now, look! You killed him.”
“Sorry.”
“Now I’m going to have to do the operation over.”
“Sorry.”
“I bet you haven’t walked your Nintendog either.”
At least I didn’t do what Cory Doctorow did: he couldn’t figure it out, so he just slashed the poor patient’s chest to ribbons with the scalpel. I knew that Atkins diet could have side effects…