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Hey, they have a black guy! A black guy! IN THE PAST!

Do you wanna feel good?
Do you wanna feel anything?
Do you wanna keep searching
Cause there's no other reason?
Do you wanna feel small
Or do you wanna fight back?
Or do you wanna new soul
To stop your heart attack?
Do you wanna take a walk?
Then come into the garden with me

It's not silly, it's bullshit.

Tell that to CLINT and FLICK.

"That'll be $3,000,000 dollars, pal! Hey, you call this a tip?"

Eh, all those "black adopted kid" shows look alike.

Those originally appeared in the Tales of the Shadowmen anthology series featuring new stories of French pulp and Victorian characters. There's a lot of tedious Wold Newton stuff therein - you know, Dracula and Mike Hammer have lunch to discuss their mutual antecedents: "As you are aware, my dear Mr. Hammer, your

Ayup. "Mall walkers" have been around for ages. This is just them expanding their workout.

Staying up late immersed in a good book is always more refreshing and recharging for me than spending the same amount of time trying to sleep.

Sapper is the bully who slaps your back and laughs heartily at his own racist jokes. Van Dine is the waspish little snob making snide comments about the host while guzzling his liquor. One of them made Chandler cry but I can't be arsed to find out who, because Hammett and Hellman are leaving for a better party and

Huzzah!

Wow.

Tell you what, AV Club, you continue to feel guilty over not covering Indian films and we'll continue to feel guilty over not giving a damn about Indian films.

The HooToo TripMate Titan travel router. For when your lil' Aryans want to play "Angry Untermenschen" during a National Policy Institute family conference.

But the jokes are all stillborn.

Agreed. It really needs dragons or zombies to make it relatable.

Then someone owes me ten bucks and a very sincere apology.

Where the Aliens Are
Three Aliens in a Fountain
The Alien in the Invisible Bikini

I really can't blame the shark for wanting to eat Mandy Moore!
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I'll show myself out.