What happens when you play Counterstrike too much? You end up with a potty mouth. And some enemies:
So, the story goes that co-worker A got sick of co-worker B’s constant profanity whilst playing Counter Strike. Co-worker A then hid a microphone next to co-worker B’s desk, and captured this stream of rantings. Then, as co-worker A was a member of an electronic music-making concern, he endeavored to edit it all together. The end result was this: The Terrible Mr. G.
I highly recommend the song above to anyone who has played/knows someone who plays/heard someone play Counterstrike (via my first mine).