The game is fun for about three hours. It covers everything it said it does, from amoebas to starships, but each phase of the game is so shallow the whole experience is like a swimming pool that is a mile wide and an inch deep.

One feels obligated to question the efficacy of a love potion purchased from a wild-eyed screever with a penchant for terrorizing beldames.

Great interview, although I’d have liked more discussion on solutions — even far-fetched, science fiction ones — rather than individual moral qualms about eating a fish. If there are no solutions, what does that say about us? What does one do? Not eat fish?

But...but...when they get in the coffin and masturbate with Geronimo’s skull, how do you know they’re not faking it?

That’s so uncannily accurate the expectations and pressure on them must be enormous! They will be expected to stay in character all day and be hilarious and nail the voices too!

Let’s make hoods and sell them on etsy to Larry Solomon-style Christians. We can call them “Medusa Hoods” and they’ll be great because the man won’t accidentally see his unintersted wife but can instead admire the fine stitching on the hood, and the wife can close her eyes if she’s bored for the five minutes. She will…