SHIT, now you all know who I am.

I'm doing okay.

Oh man, you just contracted HulkCancerAIDS, the most deadly strain of CancerAIDS.

I'm done here.

Does the demon know the precise location and momentum of every atom in the universe?!

Oh my God, does the killer transform his victims from real variables into complex variables? Ripping them from the time domain to the frequency domain allowing him to do simple algebra to analyze the behavior of their systems?! THE SICK BASTARD!

I can't argue with this.

DO DATE ROBOTS!

Hey, hey, read the time stamps while you still have the chance, once we get over an hour nobody will ever believe me

I beat you by a minute, you bastard! But I admit "tea" is better than talking.

The first fifteen minutes are shot purely from the perspective of below the waist of a naked Tom Hardy.

"HELP I CAN'T FIND MY CAR KEYS, I HAVE 587 VARIOUS POUCHES COVERING MY BODY IT COULD BE IN!"

Yes but will he be regular Venom or Agent Venom?

Are you up early or very late or traveling?

Finally they can show full penetration. That's what this show was missing.

I don't know if I'd define it as a reward to be forced to coach adolescent youths all day.

My attachment style is generally PDFs, DOCs, TXTs, and XLSs.

Ayn Rand would be mightily upset knowing these salt of the Earth type people were sullying these mighty locomotives!

Relationship status update: none, continuing my awesome streak of being intimate free since the weekend Interstellar came out.

Use the toiletS, plural? How many toilets do you need man, it sounds horrifying!