As an 80's kid, I’ve had a soft spot for this era Z-car. Maybe not as soft as that drivers seat, but dad bod soft. I always considered them way cooler than an equivalent era Camaro or Mustang. Maybe it was the E-series influenced front end, maybe it was the Domo Arigato Mr. Roboto interior and voice alerts. It was…
The actual hamster has far better luck when it comes to careening around in a metal death machine though.
It’s like a Circle K. Strange things are afoot.
Do you have to be the overweight, know-it-all store manager of an underperforming GameStop to own this? Because that’s who I picture driving one of these things.
He can change his name all he likes, but that’s fucking Snowball.
And don’t forget Dungeons & Dragons being satanic worship!
Eh, this has been going on for probably centuries. I mean, you had jazz as “the devil’s music”, then Frank Sinatra (bobby-soxers are having impure thoughts! GASP) and of course rock n’ roll.
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For added realism, at least one of the ships should have been called Sunny McSunface.
“Horton, Here’s a Poo!”
Looks nice, but my sketchy senses are tingling. CP.
My god, first you wake up to find out that Tom Crean is your new basketball coach, then your ski-lift tries to kill you?? Those poor bulldog fans...
Jesus, the person in the red coat riding at that point just disappears into the tangled wreckage.
Dear Vault-Tec:
Just don’t ask for the fish!
Miaowaro Tomokato would like to talk to you about that.
