Picture, if you will, one of the most revered final bosses in the entirety of video game history - a boss whose perverted name serves as the avatar for a veritable legion of nerds.
Now please picture one skinny art museum intern, with a slightly overlarge nose and feet to match, intent on rescuing the planet from the maniacal schemes of this boss.
Picture a party, two of whose characters have been killed and the last of whom has one mere hit point. Unable to cast spells and confused, the remaining character fires one last salvo as the sighing intern bends over to turn off the Playstation, convinced of her imminent doom and willing to try again another day.
NOW please picture the most feared final boss in all of gamedom bowing before the incidental might of the gameress and her harried party, leaving only...
...THE END OF SEPHIROTH AND FINAL FANTASY VII.
I BEAT THE GAME I BEAT THE GAME I BEAT THE GAME!
(shut up, I know what you're thinking, you don't need to tell me).