I had already shit my pants twice once I hit "The parser is particularly robust."

Thank you. Someone needed to say it.

Yeah. They updated on Facebook about it.

This is my favorite mouse on the citadel.

Best console evar.

That was incredibly well said—a bit harsh but incredibly well said.

Train wreck extraordinaire.

Sorely disappointed.

I'm rebuking the troll toll by secondarily commenting on a discussion commented on by Jesus Christ, himself.

I'm about 99 percent confused as shit, at the moment. The other 1 percent I saved in case a unicorn popped out of her vagina.

It deserves recognition.

All glory to Harbingertoad?

I don't give a shit what he says—Splatterhouse is my jam.

The strangest thing—how many people complain about the screen size and how it's so ridiculous. I picked up a Droid DNA the other day. I've never had a true smartphone before, and I thought it would be awful fitting it in my pocket. I dreaded the thought.

And then he turns into a damn space clown—and the episode is called "The Clowning." Where did this age go, Adult Swim? WHERE?!? I need more of this return to form. More of all of this.

Yeah. Mine just kept repeating 8008. I'm blaming the solar.

Sounds like four of them, to me. Oh, math. You dog.

Ahhhhhhh. Dude — fucking hack the planet.

I thought it was a great game, for what it was. The design was excellent — it just didn't come to fruition like they made it sound it would. I had a good time with it, anyway.