“Yeah, I don’t want those millions and millions of $s. Publish those books however you like. I just love writing all about these silly wizards.  Also, Johnny Depp is a fucking Saint.”

The truly scary thing here is that those were fantastic graphics at the time.

Hmmmm...

Does he wonder why they call him fuckwit?

Right? If typing that kind of pointlessly hateful shit makes you feel good, you really ought to go take a long look into a mirror.

Also, he still has both hands. He was just holding the machette.

I’ll be real surprised if Scare Bear isn’t Teddy Talks-To-Me having reverted to his crazy (bear) pants after escaping the asylum with Hank and Gary a while back.

Just wait til your parents get you the Get Your Old Stuff Out Of Our House Before We Take It All To Goodwill DLC.

Shockwave. Soundwave ejecting Ravage. Throw in a conniving, weasely Starscream and I just might swoon.

I’ll play the constantly snacking Brad Pitt character.  Because, uh, I look like Brad Pitt. Yeah.

Mock Fireman Ed all you want. We know who runs Bartertown.

“Also, I’ve never watched pornography. [sighs deeply]”

That’s Mayor Maniacal Billionaire tyvm.

Here is a thing I wrote.

Accurate, yet completely misses the point.

“Today’s Think Thought: Old people drink less yet urinate more than the average teenager. Scientists say ‘weird, right?’”

Their mutual disdain of dark skin will bond them.

I like to think Dr. Mrs. is just messing with him and that would be the worst frat to join.  Full of other villain’s kids or something.

Bayek mocking snooty aristocrats and eye-rolling at his Greek cousin’s bombastic rhetoric are what really made the story great to me.