The perfect Summah game. There's no stakes, no struggle, just you and the open skies and the rolling blue waves. The kind of game you throw on during a hot Summah month, basking in the buzz of your CRT in your tank top and shorts, AC roarin', window open so the whole world can see how you live, no shame in your soul because you've given yourself over to the Summah Vibes. Why does this grown man own so many toys? Hey pal, you're lookin' through my window into my home, maybe you should get yourself a tangerine push-up and a copy of Pilotwings 64 and learn to live a little.

Wait, what do you mean rent is due? Nah man, rent is like, a Spring or a Wintah concept. Rent's not real when you're havin' a Summah! Comin' to collect is a violation of Summah Law. What do you mean Summah Law doesn't exist? Are you trying to tell me, as I roll my bare toes through a kiddie pool full of sand that I've brought into my living room, that you're going to evict me and take my deposit? Take my Summah?

ah shit, i'm in trouble. can i crash at your place for a few nights? i'll bring Pilotwings 64 and we can have ourselves a little Summah, just you and me. i know i promised not to do this again but i have nowhere to go please don't hang up plea