Fuck you.

That's why we're an indie publishing unit, because I just dropped the f*bomb on Snake for living up to his name. The "man" showed his true, cold-blooded colors today as he chose the comfort of the couch over his desperate teammates of Faun's Beard.

So what if plucky Trinidad & Tobago was in the midst of stealing a point from scintillating Sweden in the glorious environs of the World Cup? The harsh reality of this person's betrayal left his own team to the vagaries of a pathetic dirt field in North Seattle and a short-sided 8-1 drubbing.

Shame on you, Jake.