Now before I destroy all my family relationships, let me explain the origin of this comic. Probably ten years ago, I was playing Grand Theft Auto. My dad came in and clearly wanted to try and connect with me over the game. I think there’s this thing to non-gamers that people enjoy violent video games because of the violence. But for gamers, it comes down to the gameplay. So my dad tried to sound like he was interested in what I was doing (and like he was into games, too) by suggesting I hit a pedestrian with my car. And at that point I was a little weirded out that my dad suggested I gleefully commit wanton acts of murder, even though it’s through the proxy of Grand Theft Auto.