Zack: *Toilet flushing sound*
Lowtax:: Yo skeleton, I know you're dead and shit but really come on, get some of those energy efficient bulbs.
Lowtax:: I mean, you seriously gotta go out of your way and travel to like Tijuana to find any more of those old-ass bulbs there.
Zack: "I knew I should have read the manual on this hand grenade."
Lowtax:: His hand is already clearly lit, why would he even need more light?
Zack: To commit suicide on some books, obviously.
Lowtax:: How do we know it's not just a severed hand hanging from the hook, precariously balanced, about to fall into a beautiful ornamental keepsake box?
Zack: He's already dead! There's just a skull and a jaw on a table on top of some good to acceptable copies of Harry Potter.
Lowtax:: You're jumping to conclusions here! There's a lot about this image we clearly do not know and cannot speculate!
Lowtax:: This is not the hand of a mystery solving skeleton. He is using a semi-modern light, not some old-hat candles!
Zack: What we do now is that skeletons are not concerned with the environment and they have really shitty fixtures in their houses.
Lowtax:: "Every time I turn on the light, the water gets really cold. I have no idea how or why."
Lowtax:: Look how weird the finger joints are bent on the non-string pulling fingers. Try to do that with your hand.
Zack: I don't have that many joints.
Lowtax:: They have a secret bonus joint.
Lowtax:: That's why he's turning on the light, to count his finger joints.
Lowtax:: "AAAAAH FUCK I KNEW IT, GROSS!"Lowtax:: *turns light back off*
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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.