Steve: You are in your house working on some music when the phone rings.
Zack: I wait for Courtney to pick up.
Steve: She doesn't answer it.
Zack: I sigh and take the heroin needle out of my arm and answer the phone, GRAND CENTRAL?
Steve: It's Eazy-E. He says, "Yo what is up, home slice?"
Zack: Okay, first of all, he would not talk like that.
Steve: That's 90's rap slang!
Zack: Don't be racist, just have him talk like a normal human being.
Steve: Fine. You set me up on this one. "Hey, Kurt Cobain, how are you doing? I need your help with something."
Zack: "Sure, home slice. Anything for my main home slice. What is up?"
Steve: He says that this dude named Edward Barlow he met at the AIDS hospital needs to talk to some investigators.
Zack: Kurt Cobain jumps at the chance to spend his Saturday at an AIDS hospital. He packs up his heroin, acoustic guitar, and magic reagents.
Steve: You arrive at the Boris Karloff AIDS hospital. There are AIDS patients moaning and sad all over the place. You find Eazy-E and Left Eye waiting for you.
Zack: What up, home slices?
Steve: Eazy-E says "This dude is about to die from AIDS. We have got to talk to him right now."
Zack: Is there a bathroom I can cook up in first? I really need to take the edge off.
Steve: No! He's dying right now!
Zack: Alright. Jeez. I will go with Eazy-E to see his AIDS buddy.
"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.