The Real Victims Are the Children

Some time in the not too distant future:
Setting: Dark Basement, Large Television.

• Kid walk(s) into room, dressed in shorts and t-shirts(actually probably just one t-shirt).(Edited so it looks like i speak English)
  
• Kid: "Daddy, will you come out and throw the football with me, I'm lonely"
• Pat: "You know very well that ball is too heavy for me. Did you ask your Uncle Chris?"
• Kid: "He doesn't like to play outside anymore, he only likes WiiSports. Please Daddy?"
• Pat: "I told you no. Now go pick up that Wiimote and play as the other team. And don't be so good this time, the last game you beat me set back my Pro Bowl aspirations quite a bit"
• Kid: Whispers, "You're an ass...piration."
• Pat: "What was that, Link?"
• Link: "Nothing, should I stretch first, I don't want to have Wii Elbow Surgery like you did?"
• Pat: "You have one minute, the coin toss is starting, I'm making the flipping motion right now.

Sorry, I saw the picture and the creative juices started flowing and they had to come out...