Yet another fat shit story from your local gaming retailer. Fat shit comes in to trade his stuff in.   It was raining so me and a co worker watched him. ..jog? I dunno picture a scared duck trying to get enough speed to achieve lift off.  Or a penguin losing its balance.  Anyway,  whatever it was it moved somewhat quickly to get in out of the rain. It was huffing and puffing it's fat weeabo neckbeard self.  So out of "concern" I ask it if it's ok,  it looks worried. He says it's fine and wants to trade in his ps3.  I take it,  and oh my god.  Not only does this thing look beat to shit, but it smells like cat piss.  Which in all honesty, I would have thought it was our slovenly patron, for he smelt of BO and cat piss. But the smell lingered around the system long after he left.  He used his credit to buy "anime porn game 2" for the ps vita.  And didn't stop breathing heavy til he left.  This is most of my waking life.