"Remember when Chappie fever swept the country, with all those pet Chappies, and tickle-me-Chappies? Meanwhile, Elliott describes a literary-technique-based dystopian future, Stuart continues to explain the Internet, and Dan just checks out for a while. Like, he totally doesn’t talk for seven minutes or something. Sorry, it was a long week."
The year is 2047, and all alliteration has been deemed a thoughtcrime. Thursdays are no longer Thirsty. But the Good Grouping of Grammar Gang has the case, an underground rebel pirate group dedicated to words that start with the same letter placed next to each other. Can they survive? No. Must they survive? Yes. @07:45
“Can we stop talking about the movie for a second? Let's talk about shorts some more.” —Stuart @20:20
At the end of Wall-E, Wall-E gets the crap beaten out of him. Like, he essentially dies. And it's like: "Oh no!" But I wasn't like: "This is really making me uncomfortable in how much they're beating on Wall-E." You know what it is? I realized —
You were like: "Get him!"
"Get that fucker!"
I'm like: "Get that damn robot!"
"Piece of shit!"
"Thinks he can love? Beyond his class?"
"Thinks he's better than me? He's not better than me!"
"Stupid robot! Can you do this?" and I'm just peeing all over the TV.