Here, I have something for you.

“Meg” as in “Megalodon,” “mystery” as in “probably murder.”

One must only ever drive the Mako whilst extremely inebriated.

Our first car flies away and now we have to fill this old junker we stole with a fuel can the size of child’s drink packet!

Hold on, my knife has blood on it, can I wipe it off on your shirt?

It’s a less-lethal gun in the sense that it sucks shit.

When you adopt a hard sci-fi aesthetic, but, you know, not so hard that you have to keep track of things like “how many stars does this system actually have?”

Tune in every week for a bunch of 30-somethings reviewing houses and ranting about mortgages!

How did we get here? Campster and Mumbles are as baffled as you.

The college campus everyone wants to immediately leave.