Toys

1)
He picked up the tiny man, tested the articulation of his joints. Yep, everything moved pretty well, except the left knee. Wonder if he could work that out? He moved it back and forth, back and forth. Pushed it a little furt- SNAP. Aw, he'd broken it. Oh well. He threw the little man in the pile.
The giant toddered off to find more toys.

2)
He waved the gun around, pointing it at imaginary enemies. BANG BANG, he'd cry as he shot them dead. OHH NOO, their imaginary voices cried out. BILLY WHAT ARE YOU DOING the man yelled at his son. THAT ISN'T A-
BANG then gun screamed back, cutting him off. Billy wasn't sure he did it right; daddy hadn't cried out anything after. He checked again on mommy.

3)
"Back in my day, we didn't have any of these new-fangled FANCY game machines"
"Oh for the love of-"
"You kids have it soooo gooood-"
"You OLD MAN. Do NOT start with this again!"
"Noooow you listen to me; when I was a kid, Mario was TWO-D. TWO. There were four buttons on the controller, and Select still did something"
"You're like three months older-"
"AAAAND, we didn't have time for fancy 'health meters' or whateveritis you kids call'em; one hit or miss-step took you straight back to the start of the level!"
"I hate you."
"And saving the game! Wheeew, don't even get me STARTED on passwords-"
"I WON'T!"