Duh duh du du duhhhhh. Duh duh du du duhhhh.

Fucking genius. Party Politics mode.

I thought the same damn thing.

What? Christopher Nolan isn't the greatest director alive? Shit. And to think I had it all figured out.

Probably his name before he was taken for the Spartan program. Bet it was changed to John-117 to make him more of a soldier rather than an individual, something blah, blah, blah, similar to that.

Carl of Duty: PUSA

Damn. I love the way she treat me.

Oh — my — God. It's in the FRAME?!? How the hell did anyone ever see that?

My God. It's full of stars.

Agreed — to the nth.

"The smell you produce will be fouler than any toilet."

ERMAHGERD. I caught 63 wormernz in ma binder!

Good Lord — some damn Debbie downers all over this shit.

God, I can't wait for ACIII.

I officially lost it at "Get up off your ass and get the fuck down here. I got shit over here I'm trying to fucking sell." Then moves immediately into "Sexy Pope." Genius. GENIUS.

I would certainly enjoying a good nuke in the American Revolution. Science! History! Hicience! Scitory!

That's pretty wicked and, legitimately, very David Fincher-y.

Cool — well, look, I've got a friend coming by in about five minutes, so, uh — I gotta skate.

Also — Chapter 9: Chalky White meets a midget.

Jesus — I forgot how awesome these things were. Thank God for R. Kelly. It puts a whole new spin on "I Believe I Can Fly."