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I sit in my room, no more cotton, no more sunburn! Just me and my controller. I fight enemies, I race cars, I fly planes! I travel the world, all from my chair! Who needs farming, eh? My cousin, he still works in the fields, poor guy. He calls me, says, "Come help me with the cotton." I say, "No, bruddah, I have missions to complete!"
Gaming is so much better. No more sweating, no more bending. Just pressing buttons, wallahi, it's a beautiful thing. Now, instead of cotton, I collect trophies in games. I am a champion, my frien’! No more farmer, now I'm a gamer!