Steve: Bjork dreams of firefighters.
Zack: *in fairy child voice* Eenchanted eenferno, hoses on my mech. So much foam from my cannon...shooman beings saved.Steve: Bjork kicks down a door and carries out a coughing child.
Zack: "Aaaaaaaalllllll take you to my tree house, Aaaaaallll raise you as my baby...boy."
Steve: I have a feeling the number for the Bjork fire department is like 500 digits and you have to dial it exactly right.
Zack: And she only answers the phone for like an hour every year on an equinox.
Steve: So it's a lot like not having a fire department.
Zack: Hooonnnnnly, much more eeeen-chant-ing.
"I thought the internet was all fun and games. Grow virtual plants on Facebook. Send email to grandma. IM friends with emojis," said the Stupid Ass Teenager, currently dying in an Idiot County hospital. "Never in my wildest dreams could I ever possibly humanly imagine that doing stupid ass internet shit in real life might get me mortally injured."
(Lips smacking, mouth full of peanut butter, glistening streams of peanut butter oil running down chin) "I'm full as hell, and I'm not going to take another bite!"
Bonk: The Only Good Bonk Is A Head Bonk
We review every game from the last 2 months, plus all 21 SNES Classic titles
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.