like a "literary charnel house"

Every night, after putting on footie pajamas, I kneel at the side of my cot, and pray I could someday write like this:

There is a point at which the 'rookie' says there are "a shitload of grubs down there."
Marcus Fenix corrects him, suggesting that there are, in fact, "Ten shitloads." I want to grant that Gears of War takes place on the planet Sera, where 'Shitload' may be a genuine unit of measurement - but that's dumb, and this line is dumb, and the people speaking are idiots, and they live in a world of dumbshits where stupidity of a form of currency.

While the residents of this planet in question actually sound suspiciously like much of the rest of the touted Xbox Live "experience," neither do little to quell my now palatable resolve for acquiring the competing platform on which to play Gears. Even temporarily, if I must. Having said that, I'll still be taking the aforelinked commentary with Dr. Sarcasm's oft-prescribed grain of salt, and gleefully diving into this meathead buffet, fork in hand, and stupid grin plastered across guiltless chops.
And I'm going to love it in loads.

Shitloads.