I'm assuming that show would be 471% better if there was no audio at all times and they just gesticulated with their hands and mouthparts.

The first Aftermath AUDIOBOOK was a-fing-mazing! It made me want to redouble my efforts to get into voice over work. The story isn’t Darth Plagieus, but frankly, I think Disney is trying hard to be more “General audience”—ALL the new canon stories seem to be small in scope and written for young adults. But the…

But if they’re family then you don’t have to pay them.

Aftermath is good, mainly because it is a breazy read, but it isn’t great. Wendig is often too cheeky for his own good. But he can create some likeable characters.

No, they said they were there ‘to serve man.’ Complete misunderstanding.

how about the ewoks with PTSD, do they get therapy humans?

Wouldn’t it be amazing if the Ewok’s actually have a strong tradition of psychiatric medicine and are sending their best people abroad only to have them misinterpreted as therapy pets?

And considering this image, the Rebels may have let the Ewoks eat Stormtroopers.

OH YEAH SUUUREE!

I thought it involved “cleaning up” all the dead stormtroopers.

Wait... Aren't they like... Violent little stone age tribesmen? I dunno that I'm more astonished at how fast they've adapted to their place in galactic society, or that they have concepts for "therapy" and "volunteer work".

Isn’t this the point of the game? Go to real-life locations, find some pokemon or trainer, fight them, and the winner gets the loser’s pokemon and wallet? I mean, that’s how I’ve been playing. I nailed an 8 year old in the knee with a tire iron for a sweet Jigglypuff and some pogs.

That was my takeaway. He is now off the list.

Soooooo... this is his way of turning down the VP slot w/o saying it out loud?

1. It’s been killing me that we still don’t know what Fury said to him that made him unworthy in the first place.

Yes! Newt & Hicks LIVE! Fuck you, Fincher!

at least at Penn State they propably won't let him wip out his package infront of the guys....or,at least make sure they are all of age...

Maybe this was the moment Stewart Scott decided to switch careers.

Even though I was, by far, the shortest kid in my class and had shown zero ability to play basketball on anything but an Intellivision, my mother insisted on putting me in the Naval Academy Basketball Camp every summer in the mid-1980s. My dear, misguided, slightly-twisted mother thought that I would somehow grow to…