*Fires gun into the air at a graveyard, screams*

But not nearly as impressively.

I was meaning more the mystery of what is and isn't a novelization and what is or isn't source material.

Further adding to the mystery is the fact that there is at least 3 Blade Runner sequel novels that are direct followups to the movie, not the Phillip K. Dick original.

Rambo merely pawn in game of life.

My brain registered this as Emperor of the North. Damn 'bos.

…blast off!

What about the parallel universe where Phillip Seymour Hoffman channeled Brendt as Rambo and Sylvester Stallone channeled Rambo as Brendt?

Perhaps the same one who attends a place past the barriers of a thunderous plaza?

*Zoidberg voice* Yes.

I just want you both to know this is my favorite comment chain out of this entire cringey mess.

Ah, a pity.

Mad goddamn props for the Reaper shout-out, but I have to hand it to Robert DeNiro as Monsieur Louis Cyphier in one of my all-time favorite horror/thriller/mysteries, Angel Heart. A movie that makes eating an egg seem vaguely voyeuristic and descending a freight elevator seem out and out nightmarish.

Steven transcending his mortal form to become a being like unto Bill Cipher.

Looks directly into the camera, frowns mildly, and then leaves.

If I ever meet Zach, I'm going to pray he'll acquiesce to calling me a "Bad man! A very, very bad man!" on camera.

"It's like Weird Al in UHF!" -sobbing-

Lance And Blake, two names for one boy.

I imagine it in Futurama terms, where a mild insult or very light provocation causes terrible, wracking sobs.

Steven has a seizure and gem mutants get ready to pull Lars apart as he holds the door and screams obscenities.