Screen Standoff

Heard you talking about violence, so I marched straight up to the big flat screen looming over the carpet. Bastard was sleeping. Totally black glass, staring down at me like a punk. I stomped onto the video game controller dumped on the floor and mashed my heavy boot dead center on the big glowing logo. The brick woke up. Screen roared to life with red neon, roaring engines, and heavy distortion. Blared right in my face. I aimed my gold barrel right between its speakers and dared it to flinch. It didn't shut off. Now we're rolling.