Rock a Bye Baby.

The introduction of Xbox's Gears of War 2 in our flat is starting to induce a certain degree of, well, violence. Tonight, after hearing numerous chainsaw killings, mortar explosions and Maltese gamers curse everything that's holy, Jo couldn't take it anymore and practically told Luke to shut the fuck up so that he can go sleep.

How did he do this? Well he threatened Luke that if he hears him talk through the headset or he hears a chainsaw killing one more time, he'd destroy the Xbox. Feisty indeed. I remember my dad used to say that a lot with the computer, the PlayStation, and anything else capable of keeping a kid from boredom.

After a couple of minutes of ranting, Luke bluntly asked Jo if he would like to play. Funnily enough, Jo said that since he was awake, he'd love to play. Err okay. But then he changed his mind, and eventually went back to bed.

But it couldn't just end like that. Luke felt truly apologetic and decided that he should make it up to good old Jo le Ho. So he grabbed my guitar, went by Jo's room, and together we started singing Rock a Bye Baby. To our dismay, however, the only reply we received was "Shut the fuck up and go to sleep!".

I think Luke still managed to get Jo to admit that he still loved him though. And that's the important thing, really. The love here is undeniable.