It would be wise to examine the severe implications of a post such as this one. You know, one which links to a horribly addictive game filled with old-school flair, adorably pixelated explosions and unstoppable space bats. Gamma Bros. is exactly that kind of game, a sort of Galaga meets Robotron meets, well, space bats. As you sit there, caressing your keyboard into annihilating said beasties, consider how many people are doing the very same thing and how many more are sharing the experience with their friends. From this humble starting point, a plague of unproductivity will spread, tearing apart relationships, economies and the very concept of outdoor activity.
But at least those stinkin' space bats will get what's coming to them.