Especially since the whole destiny trope of modern fiction is really played out at this point. Nice little turn around. Not all relics are deus ex machina mcguffins. Just crap in someone else's forgotten junk drawer.
If Steven really wants to grow, he'll have to do it by not leaning on his mom's legacy so much.

Meanwhile in this alternative universe, people are enjoying the romantic comedies of director Steven Ephron.

*waves around bloody stump all dehydrated*
Done and done!

Oh you manatee!

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Something something squeeze my lemon,
something something toss Jimmy Page an underage groupie

Evangelical Christians are the original toxic fandom, misinterpreting the original source material for their own ends.

Fix that stigmata yourself, hippie.

Jesus Toast is always good with Virgin Mary butter.

Hey kid, want some midichlorians?
First one's free.

Nerding fucks.

World's most terrifying Kilckety-Klackers.

Ah, the children of the night, what data they analyze.

Throw in some professional wrestling and you got a ratings bonanza.

Its like there really is a killer picking them off, only the killer is reality.

At this point, I would welcome our new alien overlords. See if there are any employment opportunities in turning our fellow humans into alien food.

Here, have some gratuitous nipple-free violence and gore.

Are we measuring being a man in metric or inches? Crushed beer cans and cigarettes? I forget how that goes, since its fucking stupid.

Eight Miles Hugh

I'm Cherokee Jack.