Could cross over with Jack Donaghy's God Cop…

Titles are cheap. Who hasn't ridden the mighty Moon Worm?

Titles are cheap. Who hasn't ridden the mighty Moon Worm?

I mostly remember Seinfeld from reruns in the early '00s, and I have no conception of "seasons" for it. I find this kind of view baffling for all those shows I only saw through random reruns. Is there really a difference?

I mostly remember Seinfeld from reruns in the early '00s, and I have no conception of "seasons" for it. I find this kind of view baffling for all those shows I only saw through random reruns. Is there really a difference?

That's objectification, you sexist pig! She's a human being, not just a Keh-dollar-sign-ha on legs.

That's objectification, you sexist pig! She's a human being, not just a Keh-dollar-sign-ha on legs.

In light of recent news, it's our duty to catch up on the dreadful lack of sci-fi with aliens from Mercury.

In light of recent news, it's our duty to catch up on the dreadful lack of sci-fi with aliens from Mercury.

I called it, didn't I? Sisterhood of the Traveling Cock, baby!

I called it, didn't I? Sisterhood of the Traveling Cock, baby!

"I love lamp."

"I love lamp."

SUB-VACATION
NO TURKEY
AT LEAST LOST'S ISLAND HAD DHARMA BEEF JERKY

SUB-VACATION
NO TURKEY
AT LEAST LOST'S ISLAND HAD DHARMA BEEF JERKY

See, if this were a proper RPG campaign, the players would ditch the GM's carefully-mapped route into the fortress, blow up Monroe, Strausser, and Mark Pellegrino with the pipe bombs, steal the helicopters, and use them to pick up chicks and ransack the countryside for treasure.

See, if this were a proper RPG campaign, the players would ditch the GM's carefully-mapped route into the fortress, blow up Monroe, Strausser, and Mark Pellegrino with the pipe bombs, steal the helicopters, and use them to pick up chicks and ransack the countryside for treasure.

Pre-blackout Neville was such a loser that he read the print edition of WIRED.

Pre-blackout Neville was such a loser that he read the print edition of WIRED.

You 'no bicycles after the apocalypse' people are like that guy in the Monty Python sketch who just wanted to learn how to defend against a pointed stick. Post-apocalyptic fiction is never going to acknowledge your question, let alone answer it. Now, go back to self-defense against fresh fruit, or I'll release the…