The scene is late at night, in the basement of my old-old house, and I am probably 10 years young. I'm playing Banjo Kazooie for the N64, and I'm pestering the mole character. You could talk to this character over and over again, and he would get more and more frustrated as you continued to hit A and talk to him.
A: Stop that.
A: I'm serious.
A: Why won't you stop?
A: Don't you have anything better to do?
A: I'm warning you, one more...
Well, after that... I hit A one more time.
The mole character said something along the lines of, "thats it, I've had it with you, kid. I warned you, and now I'm going to erase all the data on your memory card."
My life flashed before my eyes. My Ocarina of Time files... my Goldeneye data... my Jet Force Gemini completions... all gone?! NO! I WON'T LET YOU DO THIS, YOU EVIL MOLE MANIAC!
I cried, jumped out of my beanbag chair, and ripped the game out of the N64. I freaked out SO HARD.
After letting the situation sink in, I realized that if it had been a joke, I might have corrupted all my data by taking the active game cartridge out of the N64. I go so ****ING mad at that **** mole, I swear I wanted to kill Rare. I was so ****ing scared.
It was my big brother's memory pack, and he would have flipped a ****. I finally mustered up the courage to check the game and see that everything was still there, but to this day, I don't fux with simulated annoyed interaction.