Because consoles can't ketchup.
Ketchup baseball!
God: I sent you one, you dumped him for putting ketchup on his steak. Me: Ah. That's right. Gross.
It's the bot that counts.
Praystation
The screens keep on filling up with white-out.
Daughter: Looking at peckers. M: WHAT ! D: Science project on chickens. M: Oh. D: You walked RIGHT into that.