Remember this kid? No? Perhaps mentally subtract 10 years from his visage. Put him in a pair of Dr. Denton's on Christmas morning. His chubby hands open a box... a Nintendo 64 is unfurled. The young child's eyes thyroidically bulge from their sockets; he unhinges his jaw like a Monty Pyton character and begins hysterically shrieking. He is powerless to even open the box... all he can do is paw at it with his hands like a wild, untrained animal. Surprisingly, he does not involuntarily begin urinating all over the floor. Finally, his enthusiasm is spent, leaving him only with the energy required to pumping his hand defiantly at Heaven, as if to say "Just you try to take this from me."

Right. He's the Nintendo 64 kid! He's a pimply, awkward teenager now and like all pimply, awkward teenagers, he's got a MySpace blog.

And hey, not only that, but some equally dweebish gamer conducted a witless phone interview with him! They try to coax him to say "OH MY GOD! NINTENDO 64!" Does he say it? Listen and find out.

N64 Kid... our kidding around, our loving taunts aside, you will always be near and dear to our hearts. Your bladder spilling euphoria for the Nintendo 64 will always be the pinnacle of honest gamer enthusiasm to us. Florian Eckhardt

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