Converse with the Aetherial spirits.

Just head on over to the FuckCars community. Tons of ableism in there to witness.

Hey now… There’s a really good reason for fighting in the desert for the past century.

There’s money in it!

Pancakes.

Waffles feel like homework for breakfast.

Implosion drives from the Borderlands games.

Can’t travel faster than light in realspace? Fine. We’ll just annihilate all realspace between here and our destination.

The Strap abides.

Plutonium would be a shade of olive green.

No consensus on pronunciation of name.

Which do you like better? The Ashtray Maze or The Interlude from AW2?

“Don’t you get it? ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ died in that room!”

“How did you do that with your mouth?”

I would love to see Darling in the next game. Through the very process he describes here.

She’s not that rowdy little girl anymore. Now she’s a fierce young woman.

So of course they abandoned her.

Someone that is okay with not being able to engage in coitus with me.

Incorrect

My standard genie response: I wish for their freedom.

I’m not playing a semantics game.

Not to mention the lack of internal combustion engines to power the whole thing.

“Welcome to Crete! Where’s my fish?”

Hooray for Luna torties!

Mochaius… no wait… I should be able to conjugate this correctly…

Um… Mochallus?

I’d give it about a week before my cryptolalia betrays me.