I feel bad for you. My son is 14 and is bullied on Destiny by basement-dwelling, broken-home product 20-year-olds hopped up on nicotine and Mountain Dew - convinced they are smarter than everyone at their $8.25/hr job. I'll take a 13 year old "squeaker" over some post-adolescent scab who can't come to grips with the fact that their teenage years were wasted on Manga, bitter self-resentment, and the pursuit of a manic pixie dream girl who's into video games. Those 20 year-old sack wagons change their tune pretty quick when I log on and join the fire team. I can smell the funk of cheeto-crusted scrotums and spilt energy drinks through my headset when I level the playing field with an assault of middle-aged mental abuse. Those losers need to Quit picking on my son and other tweens, peel themselves off that rank bean bag chair in the basement, and get back in school. If they can't, They need to STFU and deliver my pizza on time for once!