| Cheebee said: Gross, they have you kiss Wiimotes? That's nasty, who knows where the hands of everyone who held it have been... |
In another scene the WiiMote was up the arse of one of the guys, and it's an internationally known fact that Anglo-Saxons and bidets aren't good friends (*)...
(*) must be a legacy of the good old times when barbarian hordes foul stink, when the wind blew in the right direction, was used as a psychological weapon to scare the enemies even hours before they could be spotted. :-S







