Bucatini Brigade, sound off!

Sweet!

It doesn’t matter what I would choose to do. Quantum immortality robs you of free will. I’m slaved to the swap, and my life’s path is now deterministic in nature.

It’s a hell that I wouldn’t even be aware of.

Waiting for their orders to start killing brown folks.

And when that doesn’t work, they’ll change it to Fanmail.

That is some real serious shit. Great job!

Brain bleaching?

Next time you try pizza; try crab.

“Surely the lead on a failed pie-in-the-sky project will be able to turn around this entirely separate and currently failing pie-in-the-sky project!”

This going to screw up all the Donkey Kong Country songs!

Accountant Survivors coming in October.

Is the house with a pool in a swamp, or possibly a bog?

I think the new team didn’t get the point of the shave ice scene.

Masticate the Moneyed.

Whatever happened to radio ranging?

That shit was super coolio.

Do-do-do-do-do-do-Daytooooooooooooooonaaaaaaaaa!

Poor ELIZA, she’s going to have to start hitting the corner’s again.

You really captured his focus and ferocity. Great work.

They got their patents, they could care less about the meatspace issues.

“Nutsacks” is my go-to anatomy to denote weakness.