Zack: Martian canal monsters just really hate rosacea.
Steve: That dude doesn't give a crap about anything. He doesn't care about the octopus baby, the giant octopus, or his ruddy sidekick.
Zack: "Settle down. According to my chronometer it is 4:20. You know I got to blaze these trees."
Steve: The real victim here are the servants that are going to have to wash Miss Fancybottom's dress.
Zack: It's impossible to get fear shits out of a crinoline. Trust me, I ran the Haunted Horror ride at the Chicago World's Fair. More like the Brown City. We had a rubber hand on a spring that made grown men piss. The ladies had to scrape burritos out of their pleats.
After years of being misunderstood, I had hoped we finally had "our" story. I was wrong.
He had a yellow inflatable tube around his waist, the kind with a comical duck head. There was a tiny fish in one of his hands, and a trident in the other. In the background a squirrel wearing shades was water skiing.
For fans of meaningless awards, these awards are extra meaningless.
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.