The way EA news is going, I expect to wake up next Wednesday to learn that EA slipped in the shower and in the ensuing slapstick malady of ill-placed bear-traps, wedding cakes, wet paint, hot surfaces, giant sheets of glass and unprotected bosoms it blew its own head off with a double-barreled shotgun before plummeting thirty stories into a dump truck full of fire ants.
Which I guess is something you can be proud of, in a way.
Which I guess is something you can be proud of, in a way.