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Or they’re donated. I donate a lot of books to the library, and I often buy them used myself. Share the wealth, I say.

Look, I get trying to make sure the authors get their due, but unfortunately, some of us are poor as fuck, and at least some of us poor people still like to read. I don’t buy books from Amazon very often (usually I get my books from my local’s library’s sale section, or from used book stalls at the flea market or

Another late entry. I wasted way too much time on this today, thank you very much.

The more I look at that, the funnier it gets. Well done.

Good Lord, that’s adorable. And amazingly well done.

For those who may be lost, Skyline, about an alien invasion in Los Angeles, was released in 2010.

I find that the most effective horror films for me are the ones that have a high sadness factor, usually involving kids being mistreated or murdered. Thus, The Ring, The Devil’s Backbone, Let the Right One In and The Orphanage all hit me in that sweet spot between terror and sadness. I would also add Mama, which

Yeah, I didn’t find It Follows the least bit scary. It had good dialogue and an interesting setting, but honestly, way overrated.

This article is problematic.

Nah. We can work that in.

Yep, it’s part Bourne series, part Casino Royale, part Highlander, and a healthy dose of Pulp Fiction. It will be titled Casino Royale with Cheese.

Because they’ve all been given the same set of memories as part of their initiation into the Bond program.

Yep, pretty much.

Fine, I shall fight you! Mm, actually, I’m not all that committed to my answer. Honestly, it’s mostly a matter of taste anyway.

I’ll allow for Lazenby being the worst Bond. He hated the role anyway, from what I understand.

Yes. I’m calling it Casino Royale with Cheese. I’m not sure where the cheese will come in just yet, but I’ll work it in there.

Because all the Bonds were given the same set of memories upon becoming Bond. That’s my theory anyway.

I’m not a script writer, but if you want to try, go ahead.

Almost. But not quite. Perhaps my version can be called Casino Royale . . . with Cheese.

Sure, we can kill them off too. I’m an equal opportunity death dealer.