Steve: Alright, dude, you get back to the pharmacy and everyone is screaming and freaking out. Just as you're about to demand they hand over the drugs Left Eye screams, "Hail Tulzscha!" and throws a molotov cocktail behind the pharmacist's counter. It explodes in a massive ball of fire and the pharmacists are running around engulfed in flames and screaming. Everyone starts totally freaking out.
Zack: "What the fuck was that for, Left Eye?"
Steve: She seems sort of freaked out, like she doesn't know why she did it.
Zack: Can Kurt climb into the burning pharmacy to get the morphine?
Steve: He's pretty sure that's not a good idea. All of them need to make a sanity check anyway because it's so horrible with all the screaming and people flailing around burning.
Zack: Kurt made it, Left Eye made it, and E failed.
Steve: Eazy-E loses 3 sanity. The drugstore is filling with smoke, flames, and the stench of burning flesh.
Zack: Fuuuuck this caper is breaking up. Kurt is going to grab a bunch of cough syrup with codeine and run for the door.
Steve: As you run out the door with an armful of cough syrup you see your taxi screeching away.
Zack: Damn it! We've got to carjack somebody. Kurt tells E to get them a car while he chugs the cough syrup.
Steve: Just so you know, you're still going to be at -20% on everything because you're trading your withdrawal symptoms for being stoned out of your mind on cough syrup.
Zack: Kurt is laughing with red cough syrup pouring down his face and staining his Daniel Johnston t-shirt. E is going to run out into the parking lot and level his shotgun at anyone trying to leave.
Steve: There's an old man in a 1970's station wagon.
Zack: "Don't make me shoot a fool! Get out of the car!"
Steve: The old man stumbles out of the car pleading for his life.
Zack: Kurt says he'll drive, but Left Eye saw him drinking all that syrup so she is going to be the designated driver and take the wheel. We're going to head for Jaleco Tower.
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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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.