For nib:
I open the box and start flailing like a 5 year old boy on Xmas morning, leaving cut up pieces of boxes, cardboard, styrofoam, & paper all around the house! and in the center of the living room, through all the madness of rubble, stands the machine; which has a self omitting light hue glowing from its stature. I inspect and wipe down the game as my hands tremble with emotion and anticipation. I take one whiff inside the cabinet, install the balls, plug er in, and camp out with a pillow and blanket playing excessively night and day using only the empty shipping box as my bed. Coffee pot after coffee pot, mug after mug, playing the game in a complete and utter pinball frenzy until the inevitable end....where, in all its glory, I finally pass out; only to be awaken by a woman with an estranged look, holding a baby, and jingling my car keys, "time to go to work."