This monster business is no mystery after all. As we uncover the secrets, we’re wondering if manga can be in color, installing headquarters in the basement, dropping multiple fishies, fingering to win, sweating to lose, producing the Venn diagram of veins and ticklers, conducting numerous brain activities, breeding monsters in the basement, teleporting before your…

Well, Chaz, your brain seems to work a little bit. At least enough to listen as we’re speaking with the beardy-guy-vestman, swallowing a town with quicksand, adding morality to terraforming, pounding Zima, performing a community raking service, experimenting with macros, stoning everyone in town, refusing to help orphaned children, discussing mustache petrification logistics, grifting Hahn,…

What a pig this dog is! Before experiencing canine pork, we’re finding Krup stuck in our teeth, lying about our academic career, telling people where I hurt myself today, spreading religion, leaving the cabinets open, embracing orange soda genericism, disinheriting a son, harnessing the power of CRBN, teaching kids in the home, figuring out if…

Somehow the body has become lighter. With your new carbon fiber ears, listen to us fading white, hiding Grandfather in the back, favoring the monger, reading lady numbers, deploying a custom animation, separating charge and information, making dirt wet for too long, accepting a Motavian party member, resolving the stone mustache, separating tears from sweat,…

What on earth are you, and what is this place? To figure that out, we’re doing it in the Birth Valley, re-entering the Techno Drome, expanding Chris’ vocabulary, touring the Porsche factory, mixing monsters with machines, creating a bioactive environment, enjoying the Professor Holt bit, referencing Nei, citing sexy lady anime, determining the cat girl…

We’re ex-convicts, no one will marry us now. We’re doomed to a life of observing the need to fix bridges, inhabiting a dead town, fearing dentist technology, bowling alone, refusing to trust the neighbors, Wet Banditing our own house, vomiting all over the wall, observing a fluid town, stealing husband’s secret savings, losing a lot…

Do not run on the floor. Instead, run your ears on observing infinite lives, hearing about the troops, declining a free drink, enriching lives, rendering pixel ass, making sure they’re bug ladies and not bunny ladies, splitting the cave-computer binary, tying into Phantasy Star III, decaying orbit, merging two guys into one guy, rejecting the…

Only after destruction can we create a new world. Become reborn with us as we’re playing in the cave in the church, living in idleness, filling pauldrons with puss, walking the red carpet, falling through a hole, obliterating a jobber, mistaking knees for ass, pulling more characters out of Bubblegum Crisis, showcasing medical power, taking…

Do you like this kind of treatment? Audio injections of us imagining what Krup “tastes like,” saying mighty cheeky things, emerging from the ground, freely restoring HP/MP, worrying about Dark Force, keeping a car in our pocket, fighting things with the car, looking all over the world for a fat dog, locating the secret bakery,…