Lowtax:: YOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOO!
Lowtax:: "You see our sister around anywhere? We need her for the 11 o'clock dance performance."
Lowtax:: If I was one of those three alluring sexual skeletons, and by god some day I pray I will be, I'd be careful around that tombstone. It seems structurally unsound.
Zack: "Here's your problem right here. That's a weight-bearing epitaph."
Lowtax:: "Gonna' wanna' get that thing checked out by an engineering firm. A SPOOOOOOKY engineering firm."
Zack: The monster mash is getting hotter every year.
Zack: The skeletons were twerking it, the weed smoke was thick, and Frankenstein was doing coke off wolfman's dick.
Lowtax:: "Twerking?" Oh we're all using modern hip words now? Okay 21st century man, what if those skeletons were PLANKING?!?
Zack: Most skeletons do plank. It's the hot ones that twerk.
Lowtax:: What was that thing where you poured milk on your own head?
Lowtax:: That one never really caught on so much.
Zack: I think that's called the nutmeg challenge.
Lowtax:: No, that's when you run down the highway with a can of nutmeg and see how long you can live without dying.
Zack: Really long it turns out. 65 to 70 years.
Lowtax:: No wonder they're so fit and skinny. The nutmeg challenge will solve America's obesity epidemic!
Zack: "Become a skeleton" is the solution to almost all of America's problems.
"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.