Two Frat Students Pitch A Video Game Idea

Bill and Ted, two young college students, walk into the conference room of Nintendo in America headquarters, carrying crudely drawn graphs and other various figures.

Ted: Alright guys, whatever you’re doing, this is more important. This idea will forever revolutionize the world of gaming.

Nintendo Exec. 1: How the hell did you get in here?

Ted: Nevermind that. I’m offering to sell a product that will appeal widely to the highly elusive 18-25 year old age demographic.

Exec. 2: I believe you’re thinking of television. Video games have actually shown to be quite appealing to that age demographic.

Ted: You’re fired. I present to you: Wii Pong!

Bill: F***ing rage!

(Ted waits for thunderous applause. Silence ensues.)

Ted: I guess I need to explain. College students love to play beer pong. In fact, this pie chart is an estimation of the percentage of college students who play beer pong.

(Bill pulls graph out, starts looking around.)

Bill: Is there one of those tripod bitches for me to set this thing on?

Exec. 1: It’s not in here right now.

Ted: Just hold it up. You’re blowing this, Bill. And if you blow this now, you’re not going to get blown by all the chicks that love rich dudes later.

(Bill holds up the crudely drawn pie chart.)

Exec. 1: That’s just a solid black circle.

Ted: Exactly. Because everybody whose in college plays beer pong, except for the lame-o’s.

Exec. 2: Shouldn’t they be included on the graph?

Exec 1: Did you color that chart with crayons?

Ted: Look, brah. To play beer pong, you need the space for a table, a table itself, plastic cups, and at least three friends. This will eliminate the need for all three. No table, you won’t need as many cups, and the alkies can play single player mode. Everybody wins!

Bill: F***ing rage!

Exec 2: Is that all he says?

Ted: Everybody in my frat loves this idea, and said they’d go for it. We also have a printout of this online petition with the names of nearly 87 people on it that say they would be interested in purchasing such an awesome game.

(Bill passes the petition around.)

Exec. 1: Half these people are celebrities.

Exec. 2: That’s not even George Bush’s real middle initial.

Ted: So how many millions should we be expecting?

Exec. 1: Listen, kid, you’ve obviously put a lot of work into this idea. And it probably would be very popular among the college demographic. But it won’t test well in any other demographic, and such a small audience isn’t enough for me to produce a version of this game on a multinational gaming system. Plus, a drinking game would be very bad PR for us. We’re a family company.

Ted: I’m not leaving your office without an offer.

Exec. 2: I’ll give you twenty bucks for the game idea if you leave right now.

Ted: Sold! I’ll throw in my rock, paper, scissors game for thirty.

Exec. 1: Just sign this waiver and get the hell out of here.

(Bill and Ted sign the paper, and throw each other a high five on their way out, celebrating their victory.)

Exec. 1: Alright, let’s get this thing rolling. I want a beta for Wii Pong on my desk by the end of this month.

Exec. 2: This thing is going to be the new rage in America. The new f***ing rage of America.