Dahaha ='D How did I miss this thread.
My older brother was a fucking ATOMIC BOMB as a kid. He would flip his shit about the slightest thing. Funny think is that now you'd really have to try pretty fuckin' hard to get him angry.
Skip back to SNES gaming days. We both started playing with the NES, which was fun. He was playing Lufia, and I watched. Typically, I'd just watch on RPGs. Lufia 1 had a bit of a difficulty curve. Work your ass off to get to a level to survive a brutal boss fight. Well, you got to this town after sailing across 'da ocean and got there at, say, level 8-9. The next boss needed you to be at level 15. LEVEL 15. This doesn't sound like much, but you'd have to grind for fucking hours to hit that level. Well, my brother did that. He got upstairs, fought the boss, and won (barely). The game then froze. No matter. He resetted and guess what? The save game data was fucking GONE.
We were sitting near his bed, which had a metal frame, and he had a fancy turbo-speed controller which was encased in a clear shell (to see its guts o'course). He threw that thing as hard as he could to its left and broke it right the fuck open on one side by having it go right in to the metal bed-frame. My immediate response was "
DUDE. 
" because it was my controller


Skip ahead a few months, and some other game (can't recall) pissed him off. He threw it, it hit the EXACT SAME SPOT, once again on the metal frame. The controller got brain-damaged and suddenly thought to always turbo-tap the R-button and hold the left button on the D-pad down. Boo.
Jam it back in, in the dark.