Girl I palled around in high school after seeing me play a shooting game:

“You are scary. That is scary.”

She looks around a little more.

“Wait are you cheating? You have to be cheating.”

I wasn’t cheating. Don’t remember the name of the game, though. It wasn’t Resident Evil, that’s all I know, though it was one with a plastic gun controller. Those I am good at. With a regular controller, I am not as good.