If you ever get this off the ground, may I suggest the Stauf Mansion from The 7th Guest to start with?

Wait—this is supposed to be a joke?! What the hell am I supposed to do with this torch & pitchfork now?

Smuh?

That's pretty scary.

I know, but that's not the point I was trying to make.

Only tangentially related: Rudolph Diesel, the guy who invented the diesel engine, intended it to run on a variety of vegetable-based fuels, including peanut oil. Had petroleum not come to dominate, all our cars might have smelled like delicious roasted peanut butter rather than refined ass.

He never really grew as a character, which is unfortunate. The only character arc I can even recall revolved around Geordi's unhealthy relationship with a holographic recreation of the scientist who designed the Galaxy class ships.

I'm having a real hard time reconciling the tone of this review with the screen grab, which looks like it was taken from an SNL sketch.

I hear tell that if you ululate when you launch that black bird, the feds will disappear your ass.

Dad, you took a baptism for me!

Green Jelly?

How about the time she posed for happy funtime pictures with the Duvalier family? That was a hoot!

Enslave humanity, will ya?!

You mean the killer space carrot?

'Manage it.' That's rich. I don't manage it at all; I just carve out a little place to sleep at night, and hope it doesn't fall over & crush me.

I think I'd go with the party at the end of Weird Science. Or maybe a Three Stooges society party.

Evidently, sloths move so slowly, they grow moss on their fur. They're like Nature's own obese, diabetic shut-in uncles.

It's these types of articles that make the AV Club so damn awesome. Good job, & can we get more?

Shakin' the bushes, Beast.

Hey look, three butthurt libertarians.