The Hunt For Red Oktoberfest.

“This story was invented by a lesser bird.”

If it’s stupid and it works, it’s still stupid but at least it worked.

I love that guy.

“Master, I know you want to scan a document, but I really need more Cyan first~”

My body is a temple. But it’s a Southeast Asian temple covered in monkey shit.

You can tell because the Universal fanfare has been replaced by disembodied dialog from the first two movies.

Of course it’s gardening shears, a scythe is used for gathering wheat.

Well, since you asked politely.

Pirate it all, write LGBT fanfiction with it.

It also clarifies that bikes are not cars. There is another strange, probably overlapping, group of cyclists that don’t want that distinction to be made so they can oscillate being vehicular and pedestrian rules at their convenience.

Now that’s a Reddit bot that I don’t miss.

Mr. Walks Upright

This man frightens me.

Found the computer-science major.

The Dutch Dee Bradley Baker.

(Context: he plays just about every single clone trooper in animated Star Wars, and some other extras. Which means several dozen different character, many with audibly distinct voices.)

“He was a punk, she dealt with trade. What more can I say?”

I’m a father living in Japan, so any competent display of childcare is still met with shock and confusion.

Great Fox! No blasters or pokeballs!

“There was time now…”