I'm glad God punished blockbuster for their hubris.
He's staring at the-- the DVD ATM thing with a look of abject despair. Are all of the movies inside this box? How do they know how many they have? How do they guarantee they'll ever get them back? What happens if the screen glitches ( and Otacon isn't there for a quick fix )? Where's the popcorn? The fun carpets? The wandering around looking at covers and letting yourself get sucked into something new?
"Otacon," he says miserably, "I hate this. I miss Blockbuster." Then, "Do you think the red box" ( pronounced with an audible gap between the words ) "is hooked up to the Patriot AI network? We can't use this."















