…and now I’m seeing some truly amazing shit!

Let’s perform a thought experiment.

This is a mod, so it’s fan-made, so the company has some plausible deniability.

But suppose that a fan made a mod which replaces the Batman model with a carefully-rendered and textured version of Kevin Conroy’s naked body. Just ol’ Kevin, kicking and back flipping through the whole game with his dick, balls, taint, and asshole on full display all throughout.

Would the company require that mod to be taken down, or would they be cool with it?

Because how is this any less of an obscene violation of Kevin Conroy than a nakey Kevin Conroy mod would be?

If you’re lookin’ for a ride, I’ve a horse outside.

Fucking memetic cognitohazards…

Monolithic dome house! Been a fantasy of mine since college. Might be difficult to hang pictures on the walls, though.

Phrasing

I do my WICK check.

W - Wallet

I - Information device (phone / mp3 player)

C - Cup (travel mug of coffee)

K - Keys

Then I get to my car and I remember that I forgot something else important so I have to go back.

It’s like a Wimmelbilder of deeply troubling / embarrassing / weird shit. It feels like there should be extra special finds hidden in the details, like a copy of Mein Kampf or a gold statue of Trump holding a smaller gold statue of Trump.

Your uncle.

Which means that every villain in that room fully believes that is the sort of thing that Croc would say.

How about a compromise: Russia gets the entire fuck out of Ukraine, and in exchange they can have Alaska. Seems fair.

My last raise was by $1 / hour. Accounting for inflation, even with the raise, I’m making $3 / hour less than I was when I last got a raise. I’m working for a little mom and pop business and they are good people, but they cannot do basic economic math.

To be fair, if a technology was going to disassemble me down to a subatomic scale and reassemble me somewhere else, I’d want the atmospheric and ship’s systems conditions to be absolutely perfect, too.

Rename the ballroom to whatever, but name the restrooms the “Donald J. Trump Shit and Piss Closets”

“Listen: you might think about getting your friend some help. He’s way too preoccupied with superheroes’ reproductive organs.”

I never have had to do one of these, and I promise I’m not deliberately trying to ask stupid questions. Would this system be fooled by holding up a mannequin head?

Hold up a photo of any random schmoe?

I know they meant “worst” in the sense of “bad at math,” but now I’m imagining the world’s worst mathematician trying to figure out how to use math to commit ethic cleansing or poison water supplies or make pugs’ noses even more fucked up or something.