You guys have retirement savings?

That IS a great value!

GOB’s not onboard.

Oh my God, why did I come to this party, I don’t know anyone here except Matt from work and I don’t even know him that well, I just didn’t have plans for tonight so I came, oh my God, this is so awkward, I was hoping there’d be another dinosaur here to talk to, I’m the only dinosaur and nobody’s acknowledged that but I can TELL they’re all thinking about it, why did I do this, I knew this was a possibility, dude, what is wrong with me…

Semi-related, but you’ve got the best username ever.

“Happy Birthday, Spray! I’m disappointed in you!”

The one “sad” towards the end really sells it.

Neigh? Nay.

Shortwave eroticism.

I honestly think this makes a pretty good fit.

Castlevania’s flashy, ornate aesthetic and over-the-top dramatics could transition nicely to the stage.

Like, imagine the WHAT IS A MAN monologue being belted out from centerstage under a spotlight and accompanied by organ music.

Maybe they’re just from a sex-positive couple into CGSM.

Ahhhhhh…look at all the blonely bleople…

Ugh, don’t get me started on roommates.

Like, once, they got all paranoid about some supernatural nonsense and poured all this salt on the hallway floor, like in a big stupid circle. Right outside of my door.

Total pain in the ass. Like, I refuse to go out there until they clean that shit up. I physically won’t. I don’t care how long it takes or how hungry I get.

Though I can’t remember the last time I felt hunger…hmmm…

Hank Hill voice:

“Just look at it, Bobby. It’s got-dang beautiful, I tell ya h’wat.”

This isn’t even my final formal.

Why they changed it, I can’t say…

“Birdie…” Ronald muttered, just above a whisper. “Bring me the McHammer.”

“Why Ronald?” the girl could only respond, fear quickly taking over her voice.

The clown ruler dropped his gaze to his oversized shoes. His gloved hand tightened into a fist.

“The Hamburglar has robbed his last fuckin’ meal.”

Zuckerlimburger.

“Doc, are you trying to tell me that you built a time machine…out of a DeLorean?!?”

“Marty, I’m going to be honest with you. I don’t think I have my meds properly balanced yet.”

“Heavy.”

“Precisely.”

Toast Ghost!

Death finally feels meaningful! Yay!