Trillaphon: Heigh ho, heigh HOLY SHI-
Hydrogen: I thought this was supposed to be a cut-rate evil corporation kind of deal, but hiring actual dwarves to work in your chemical mine can't be cheap.
Trillaphon: It is if you're willing to stoop to hiring Gimli's smelly mouth-breathing cousin Randall and his not-all-there posse of good ol' dwarves from the Moria backwoods, who may or may not have the mental capacity to stop drilling after hitting a rich, fiery vein of pure Balrog.
Hydrogen: "Hey guys, this rock is glowing and also on fire, should I keep jackhammering it, or...? Guys? It kind of looks like it might explode and kill us all? Okay, I'm going to keep going."
Trillaphon: Speaking of workplace safety, I like how their office has a side door that just opens right into the massive cave system full of volatile chemicals and heavy industrial equipment.
Hydrogen: They lost 4 interns to that door before they finally put a sign on the door that said "Bathrooms down other hallway."
The velvet hoods are now mandatory for all classes and on-campus activities. Do not remove them for any reason.
We're not going to solve gun massacres with bad manners, people.
A sign proclaiming "BACTA: DA FUTURE" marks the town's medical clinic
1998: I upload dave.pcx, and change the course of history
Set goals for yourself, and fulfill them. Absurd! Only in video games!
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