One summer's night eve,

                                                                                         McShea put on his weaves,

                                                                                         As he begain a-jerking,

                                                                                         His enigma mind a-working,

                                                                                         A plot came into his head.

                                                                                         He remembered his childhood,

                                                                                         Playing Mario in the hood,

                                                                                         A-hating modern games,

                                                                                         He thought he'd one one lame,

                                                                                         A joined up with a goon,

                                                                                         And make up a loon,

                                                                                         His way would be made once more,

                                                                                         Which tickled up down to the core.

                                                                                         While Luigi went a higher,

                                                                                         Naughty Dog was quite dire,

                                                                                         As everyone came to know,

                                                                                         Tom McShea sunk quite low.

 New Super Luigi U 8.5 > The Last of Us 8.0

Please note I wrote this for laughs and I fully repect Tom McShea and his views.