Steve: Wow, done already!?
Zack: Steve, we've only scratched the surface of the WTF awaiting us in Rogue Trader.
Steve: That's fine by me, this book is way sweeter than I remember. Space clams? Future frogs? How can you not love it?
Zack: Be careful what you wish for, Steve. Next week we will take a look at all the many things that made Rogue Trader lame.
Steve: I remember I read some novel back when Rogue Trader and that red book were the only Warhammer 40,000 books out. It was about an Inquisitor and he was like fighting a giant octopus that they were going to use to resurrect the emperor or something. And then he had sex. It was awesome.
Zack: Yeah, you're talking about one of the most infamously bad books ever written for Warhammer.
Steve: A squat was one of the main characters. And I think the Inquisitor dude ended up getting trained to be an eldar or something. It was so sweet.
Zack: This is why I hate you.Steve: Give it up, you love me and you love Rogue Trader. Dude, don't even try to be anti-space clam. It's freaking space clam!
Zack: I don't mind what they do in the privacy of their own homes. I just don't want my children being exposed to the space clam agenda.
The singer dove off the stage and crowd surfed in a sort of reverse funeral procession where the person being carried is the only one truly alive. Touching him I felt religious ecstasy and started speaking in tongues and requesting songs that didn't exist.
There's no easy way to put this, so I'll tell it like it is. Bouillon is died. He went missing before the weekend and yesterday I found his skeletonized remains at the bottom of the #3 soup vat during one of my swims. I thought the cream of mushroom soup had an especially nourishing taste, and a lot more clumps of fur and skin than usual.
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