Zack: Hugo Boss was busy so this time around the Nazis called his cousin, Jeff. Jeff Boss.
Steve: At least this guy doesn't have visible genitalia or a giant thong suit.
Zack: I find it pretty weird that the Nazis had a trademark helmet and these future Nazis decided to dip back to WWI instead for the old pickelhuabe.
Steve: I think these guys might be remote controlled. Having antennas coming out of your head is usually comic book shorthand for remote controlled.
Steve: Or possibly martians.
Zack: Were Nazis on earth started by a meteor from Mars? The answer may shock you.
Don't expect me to bust out a story about a positive gym experience. My sole purpose is to tell you which hellish gyms to stay away from. My head is a lump of dough. It is comprised of water, yeast, and flour.
Classic pick up lines for the sleazebag who tends to overthink things.
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.