Zack: It's Eggland's Best Assault Mech.
Steve: I found something like this in my mom's dresser one time. It smelled like machine oil.
Zack: What were you doing in your mom's dresser?
Steve: Trying to put together an assault lance for a 4v4 on the desert map. It worked pretty well until my Stalker vibrated across the table and knocked over Keith's Phoenix Hawk.
Zack: If you unwrap a Stalker there's a chocolate internal structure and then a little puzzle pilot you have to put together.
Steve: It seems like this one maybe should have "ost" in its name.
Zack: Steve's Ostmother. Ost Eggmom. Ostkinder Stevebaby. Dr. Ostbender.
"Really, Holmes!" I dropped into my seat, shocked. "You are remarkably tall! What are you, six foot six? Six foot eight?"
As the 19th century diver approaches a giant clam, a flash of brilliant golden light flares from within the shell. I emerge in a swirl of bubbles and do the timeless universal underwater hand signals for the following: ZODIAC KILLER, KKK, BLOOD OF YOUTH
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.