Waiting for the WoW.
Imagery that is prominent on Floyd's The Wall album, is that of worms eating the central character's brain. That is WoW to me. I have walled myself into Garit's room and I am waiting for the WoW to eat my brain. I'm even starting to have facist, genocidal thoughts. "Are there any noobs on the server tonight? Get them up against the wall. This one in the AH he doesn't look right to me, get him up against the wall. This one looks Dwarven, and this one's a twink, who let this farmer on to teamspeak? There's one ganking a priest and another with DOTS, if I had my way, I'd have all of you SHOT!