Poor PS3 has no friends

I sit and wait, hopeful that today will not be like the other days. Time seems to stretch on endlessly as I sit on the shelf in the video game section of Walmart. I watch people pass by, hopeful that they will choose me today, but again and again my hopes are crushed as the people instead choose to buy xbox360s and wiis. I start to get a feeling not unlike that experienced by a mediocre puppy waiting to be adopted but instead being forced to see the better, cuter, more playful puppies getting chosen. The only difference is that we are not puppies and the "better puppies" are replaced everyday so that there is no hope of my ever having a family that loves me. Because after all, I'm the ugly runt of the litter, the runt with a $250 price tag. Dust gathers on my box as I sit here day after day, month after month, year after year. I glare at the xbox 360 who arrived just earlier this morning and will most likely be purchased before the week is done. As I look at it, I start to ask myself, "What is so special about him? What does he have that I don't?" And then the answer comes to me: games.