I am playing *********, a computer game which involves cleaning up a modern city by jumping a lot, and kicking criminals to death.
ME: Look at this bit, this is great!
PATROCLUS: Are you killing civilians in the racing game?
ME: No, look!
My character in the game has kicked sufficient criminals to death in the game that he is now possessed of enormous physical strength. To demonstrate this, I pick up the front digger of a JCB that has unaccountably been left on a rooftop, and drop it onto a motorway fifteen storeys below. A hugely detailed pileup results, including a police car ramming into a gang car, ensuing in a massive fight which I watch until I get bored and lob a grenade, killing everybody involved.
PATROCLUS: Right, well, I'm going to bed.
I continue playing the game, and manage to kick another gang boss to death. Half an hour later, I take his machine gun and head off to the kill the uberboss, only for my hijacked sports car to run off the road and burst into flames, SOME IDIOT having left the front digger of a JCB in the middle of the road.
I think this game might be cleverer than I thought. Or I'm stupider than I thought. Both are possible.