That's the nickname you get at level 45 in Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel if you're playing as a Claptrap robot. Needless to say, I played a whole bunch more of this game today. I gained six levels playing co-op with Mad Krammer on True-Vault Hunter mode and got almost to the end of the story again.

                                                      That's one big eye!

I got to the boss Zarpedon, the second to the last one in the game. She was not as hard as I was fearing she would be. I actually didn't die once, unlike my Normal mode play of it, where I died many, many times. I must be getting better at choosing the right gear.

The voice work in this game is so darn funny and well acted. I just sit and listen every time some character talks. I also noticed the huge amount of funny text in the game: each weapon has a name; you're given a nickname for each level you gain that's different for each playable character; there are jokes drawn on the walls, and on and on. It's a joy to read it all. I keep thinking they must've had an army of comics working on all the dialog and text. Everything is very good. I haven't experienced a bad joke yet.

There are also many visual jokes. I noticed all the really blantant phallic symbols in the game. They're everywhere once you start noticing them.

I'm going to the North Carolina shore, otherwise known as The Outer Banks, for a week starting Saturday with my sister's family and my mom. I'm thinking about what games to bring. I'll give an update on that later in the week.