Old Mr. Nextgen sat at his desk, a tortured grimace burnt into his face. It had been seven years since his employees had brought anything to the table, and it was time again.

"Well, let's get this over with," Mr. Nextgen muttered coldly, "What have you got for me?"

Frederick Playstation sat in the corner, playing with his truck. He caught Nextgen's cold, dead gaze from across the room, and knew he had to come up with something or else he'd get whacked with the beating stick.

"I built your controller thing you wanted!" he said enthusiastically, "Look, I put a button right here! It makes the game play itself!"

Mr. Nextgen simply stared at Frederick with utter contempt. Frederick continued happily, blissfully unaware.

"Ooooooh! Look! Look! I put this chip in the game machine! It cost like a bajillion dollars but now we can display up to 9,000,000,000 colours!" he added.

Mr. Nextgen's spirits raised a bit; "Really?" he asked.

"Yes! Sadly, technical limitations means that 8,999,999,999 of those 9,000,000,000 colours are all various shades of brown." Frederick explained cheerfully, "The last one is red!"

Mr. Nextgen studied Frederick closely. It would be easy enough to throw him into the Shame Closet with his brother Johnny PC, but he would have to wait until nobody was looking.

"Very well, Mr. Playstation," Nextgen said, "You may go back to doing... whatever you do when you're not here."

"Thank you Mr. Nextgen!" Frederick replied glee, as he fled from the room.

Nextgen looked at the two remaining employees Gerald Xbox and Jeremy Wii. He selected Gerald as his next victim to interrogate.

"Gerald, please come here."

Jeremy looked up, "Look boss, I built a Mario game."

"Yes, yes, very good... Gerald!"

Gerald walked up with his eyes glued to the floor, dragging his feet sheepishly. His face was red with embarrassment.

"What have you got for me, Gerald?" Nextgen asked menacingly.

"Grmmpgmfnuthin..." Gerald muttered.

"Excuse me, Gerald?" Nextgen asked, anger rising with every word.

Gerald looked around the room, frantically trying to get himself out of this hole. His eyes darted to one of Playstation's prototypes, which he swiftly grabbed, stabbed with a large metal rod, and placed on the table.

"T-this is it, Boss!" Gerald stuttered, "The new uhhh.... Xbox... One!"

Mr. Nextgen did not look amused.

"I made another Mario game, boss!" Jeremy piped in.

"Quiet, Jeremy! Explain yourself, Mr. Xbox!"

"It's kind of like the Playstation!" Gerald touted.

"It's got a metal rod in it, Xbox. It's broken."

"Ah, yes! But we'll remove it for you for $100, and as long as you have a constant internet connection, and as long as you live in the US, and as long as your last name begins with a Q!" Gerald explained, proudly.

"Mr. Nextgen, I made another Mario game." Jeremy whispered.

Mr. Nextgen no longer cared if he was arrested. He grabbed Gerald by the collar and threw him into the Shame Closet. Nextgen slammed his head onto his desk. He had a family to feed! The inspectors were coming to pick up a product soon. His head rose and looked at the two travesties in front of him.

"Excuse me, Mr. Nextgen, I made 3 more Mario games."

"Nobody cares, Jeremy." Mr. Nextgen said, observing the specimens in front of him closer. They will have to do. The people demand it.

"Mr. Nextgen, look at this Zeld-"

Mr. Nextgen walked out the door to present the products to the people. A single tear ran down his old, tired face.

"It will have to do."