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IGN: E3 2006: SCE Conference Reports
6:42—Kaz takes the stage again. He wraps up everything we’ve seen—the best technology, the best graphics, a new controller, and much more. And one more surprise... the PS3 launch details. Two configs—one with 20 gigs—$499; One with 60 gigs—$599. Two million planned for launch worldwide at launch, another two million in time for the end of 2006 and another 2 million by March 2007.
Holy mackerel, that is a lot of semolians for a game machine.

And the new Minna-no-Golf makes the cute-anime-models look so cute and realistically plastic, it is like watching a midget in doll fetish zentai kigurumi playing the back nine. Related PSP news: Creepy underage fetish video to bring new popularity to UMD in Japan

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  1. Ooooh... Midget golf porn! Gotta get me some of that...

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  2. Costumed, anime-themed midget porn.

    Just do a google image search for "kigurumi" with "fetish" and you'll see the similarity I'm talking about. Creepy.

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