*Sigh* I suppose we'll have only ourselves to blame when we're blown up by zombalapists.

With the space suit, you're nearly ready to battle zombies in outer space. That officially makes you awesome. In terms of not breaching the hull, I think maybe you need to jack your bubble into one of those mech-suits from Aliens—you can have a control panel inside the bubble. One of your arms can be a machine gun!…

That would totally work, especially in combination with the bubble. Remember, if you get explosively decompressed, it's no one's fault but your own: you should have planned ahead!

I think your giant bubble may actually be of some help there. Bravo! Just make sure you also pee in the bubble so no rapists are driven mad by your momentarily exposed lady flower.

It was rigged—Yoda always cleans up in that category.

Ooh, yes—very prestigious.

I'm just disturbed that an award winning journalist apparently has such bad grammar.

Oh man—I really shouldn't laugh, but I can so hear him saying that last bit.

You know, I'm very tired and on my way for a nap, but when I first saw this, I thought it was the car asking the question. Then I was confused. Now it's sleep time.

No. Just no. Not on my board. Never. I stand in defense of Scrabble, damnit, and I say that the first person to put "innit" down loses all of the points they have ever won. Ever!

Well, I'm guessing that since their injuries were pretty minor, once the waivers were signed they were able to just take the crew out of stasis.

I am so with you. Witch turning up at my door with a free apple? Ask if she's got another.

Okay, she's drunk, right? Or high? Or drunk and high?

I know, right? Thus are new slashers born every day...

Ahahahahah! I love this gif so much.

How many pulled hamstrings and strained thighs must there be before society will finally learn??

Not to mention the risk of riding horses in white pants—I'd never ridden a horse in my life when I first got my period, and I had no idea what I was doing when they tossed me up there. It's a wonder I survived!

Seriously, you and me both—I had to read it twice.

Oh come on, you know as well as I do that Harper was developed in a secret lab in southern Alberta—our current PM is Harper Mark-3, and he's only four years old.

Both.