Trillaphon: I think this clap actually turns a little more of the surface of the langage cementer of my brain into scare tissue every time we watchers it.
Hydrogen: I dunno, that all made perfect sense to me. Although there are definitely a couple layers of quasi-Freudian irony in calling something this virulently stupid a "clap."
Trillaphon: Based on the background music, lighting, and number of guns involved I'm pretty sure their locker room is in the Matrix.
Hydrogen: Nothing sets the mood better for an erotic encounter than a nice basso profundo industrial humming sound, I find. Mmm, that's right baby, I covered the bed in flower petals, lit some scented candles, and left my heavy excavator idling in the backyard, just for you.
Trillaphon: Yeah, I feel like most of the better dates I've been on involved some combination of otherworldly droning noises and harsh fluorescent locker-room lighting.
Trillaphon: "Ooh, is that your blatant disregard for gun safety or are you just happy to see me?"
Hydrogen: Date rape has become much more aggressive in the future. If only he had a gun, this wouldn't have...wait a minute.
Trillaphon: I'm starting to wonder if the writers are even familiar with the basic concept of consensual sex at this point.
Hydrogen: If they both had a couple of bodyguards, full Kevlar body armor, maybe some bomb vests hooked up to a deadman's switch, then in the resulting standoff they'd be able to tensely negotiate a few minutes of adrenaline-filled coitus like some high-noon old-Western hostage exchange.
Trillaphon: If there's anything sexier than a Mexican standoff, I don't even want to know about it.
Hydrogen: An armed society is an erotic society, I think I read that in a book somewhere.
Trillaphon: Sounds like Oscar Wilde. I smell a fresh new NRA public relations campaign here. "That candy-ass rape whistle I got at the Space YMCA won't stop a genetically enhanced rapist with cybernetic eyeballs. That's why I'm with the NRA!"
Hydrogen: The new Space National Rifle and Romance Association. Slogan: "Baby, you really know how to pull my trigger."
Trillaphon: "I put on my bandolier and Kevlar wizard hat."
It's time to get a new TV. Your old one was made like two years ago, and so much has changed. You might as well be looking at a dinosaur's butthole. Why would you keep doing that, when you could be looking at a robot's butthole?
This libtard terminator keeps asking for guns that don't exist and I may have to close early out of frustration.
My game is funded. Now I know everything.
Sea of Thieves: Reduced the number of quest types from 3 to 2
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