Zack: "I'mmmm not so sure about the new guy. He looks...foreign."
Steve: "I dunno, Wolfbeam, it seems like he might be okay once we get past the fact that his head is a hand grenade."
Zack: Meanwhile, in Steve's dreams...
Steve: Last night was the recurring dream where I try to stop the Indians from going extinct, but the last Indian dies because he can't see the sky in the white man's cities and he doesn't know how to use a telephone.
Zack: If you can lucid dream try giving him a medical alert bracelet.
Steve: He keeps asking for bananas.
Zack: We did it!
Steve: Was that it? I didn't hear the buzzer.
Zack: It hits a frequency only audible to a certain pan-dimensional, pan-sexual blue dog.Steve: Do you mean me?
Ferguson's long arm of the law laments the latest cutback.
Simply put, if I had Johnny Manziel’s physical gifts, you better believe I would be there in the Weight Room, getting to bed early, doing whatever I had to do to be the best possible athlete I could be. I wouldn't be posting on social media about sucking titties. I wouldn't even look at a titty, buddy. I'd look at a titty and see two big footballs.
Zack Parsons, Steve "Malak" Sumner, and friends tackle bizarre role playing game products that make them wonder, "What the fuck!?" From the early days of Gygax to contemporary role playing games, none will be spared.