Yeah, that stabbing you thing was fun. Good times, Sam. Good times. Rinzler's most recent combat was at least as fierce, evidenced clearly by the plush toy still lingering atop his helmet.

But hey. Did you say Game? No. No you didn't. But either Rinzler's finally tapping into his psychic potential, or he's somehow getting the idea anyway. Have a very slow, deliberate tip of the (octopus-covered) helmet. From you. To the console.

Identify (it).