My main issue (at least with ACV) wasn't difficulty, it was that the story didn't make a lick of damn sense.

Who throws out half a beer?

BLACK RAGE!

Belladonna Pesto is my new drag name.

Frakkin' toasters.

Best remake of My Own Private Idaho EVER.

Oh, honey- you could do so much better.

So, a young Korean woman is faking Hearthstone matches at the behest of Macau gambling tongs, as part of their efforts to take over the lucrative Vegas eSports book, and channel their profits to the pro-Putin regime in Chechnya! WE'RE THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS, PEOPLE!

The LA Game Space—envisioned as "a place for discovering the potential of video games" that would host exhibitions, stream games, and facilitate indie development

I'm not asking anybody to nominate me for an Oscar. It's just something that happens...or it doesn't. Maybe next year I won't make a movie, and I'll win the Oscar for...best editing or something. The universe just sort of...works that way. It's like...if you kick a rock, and then, a week later...you find out the…

This is like Downfall, but happy!

LOOK AT HIS LITTLE SPOTS!

Go shoot yourself in a bunker, like your dear leader.

Fuck off back to Stormfront.

Also, I fucking lost it at Ethel Beavers' eulogy.

Reminds me of the classic Marx Brothers bit:

For you, the word gonif was invented.

Nique ta mère.