Keoma, eh? After loving the title song, I looked it up and found a really interesting version here:

Snakes and Ladders is the game for soldiers. Yeah, you might get lucky. Can't count on it. If you land on a snake (the snake represents terrorism) and get sent back twenty paces, grit your teeth and get back in the fight.

I'm surprised they found so many valid games. I used to collect "chess used as a metaphor" in political cartoons, almost always used because "this ain't checkers!", because every time they were wrong. Far too many squares, far too few, invalid configurations, too many pieces, supposed checkmates that weren't even…

It seems obvious now that someone should've been exploiting how unpleasant harpsichords sound. That sharp little sting's followed up (if the key's immediately released, which it usually is) with a secondary grinding from the tongue lapping over the vibrating string that's like a knife cutting in and then sawing back,…

My only regret is that I have stonetits!

I've seen something similar. Don't eat the Poisson d'Albert, trust me.

The real Davros is off to the side, smelling the hoses (they're like roses, but they're hoses). He sees Doctor Who outright murder a child while yelling "Exterminate!" and goes "Holy shit that was awesome! I've gotta go stick a plunger in a garbage can RIGHT NOW!"

So when these happen, are there going to be former kids now going "What the shit? Han doesn't fucking shoot first! Rerelease the originals and stop trying to piss on our childhoods, you assholes!"?

Time was, genre fiction wouldn't get tired of a premise after one book. You got a 1950s series called "Yorp the Gender-Malleable Martian", you better believe it's changing gender through the whole damned series, not going off to Mars to end the gender-changing plague. They knew what the audience wanted - a hero who…

And what about a little movie called Citizen Kane? Yup. Filmed entirely from the perspective of Rosebud. Dorothy Comingore (as Susan Alexander) had to be talked into it, of course, and the compromise was that she would sit on the camera and thus it was filmed as close to her clitoris as possible.

Why are you interpreting that statement as some kind of attack on the quality of the game? It's an incredibly complicated platformer on an incredibly simple and memory-limited system, so handling all the edge cases is likely impossible within the ROM limits. That doesn't mean it's not broken, and it sure as hell…

Wait, wait, there's something here. Put an MP3 player in it, put an album on it, and then have it vibrate matching it to bass or specially-coded MIDI tracks. Decorate as appropriate for the album. I'd get a Music to Make Love To Your Old Lady By rerelease in vibrator form in a heartbeat.

It's kind of like how historical maces were just this little ball at the end of a pole. Hit someone in the head with that and they're dead; don't matter if they're wearing that dumb armour (though the curves of that armour do try to direct the blow). I think we exaggerate what's needed to kill people because what's…

It's Bridge Over Troubled Water, like I said. He's just trying to find a boat to sail and silver body paint to put on the girl.

I bet it's Bridge Over Troubled Water. And who DOESN'T like to sail a boat? That's rad as shit!

No, he remembered bats don't have guns, so criminals wouldn't be scared if they saw a giant bat with guns, just confused.

The Joker never killed anyone either! It's incredibly easy to survive with a pencil sticking through your brain. I can't remember anything else about the movie, so I assume that's representative.

It's a dumb cornerstone in the comics. It creates Bruce's one superpower, which is the ability to do things that really would kill a lot of people and magically not kill them anyway, turning Bruce into an in-human non-killing machine. Your comic is stupid! Aquaman is way better!!!

But a person her own age would be old enough to be her brother or sister! That would be an even worse form of hypothetical incest!

Oh no, the walking dead are the living people walking around, who walk like they're dead or something, I don't know. The dead people walking around are the, uh… the. Uh. Well their names vary between highly regional dialects, so let me just grab my dictionary in the other room and… *sound of a window breaking, jetski…