“And he’s packing it with C4! Glad we put cameras in every home!” World’s laziest cop: “Well, after 30 years of arson and child murder—maybe we should do something! Like, put on our jackets! Won’t have to dry clean the bits of humans from our dress shirts! And then wait for a call, I guess, IDK.” If you spend TEN SECONDS thinking about CS, which is 11 more than the author ever did, this is not the whimsical wonderland of humor the author thinks it is. It’s a nightmare hellscape where a madman runs wild, and no one cares. You know dang well that cop’s not going to stop the deranged freak, but to have dinner at Denny’s for 3 hours. (VERY LOUD EXPLOSION) “YOU deal with it! I’m not done with my Moons Over My-Hammy!” (Lillian’s head explodes against window) “Really?! Not now, I’M ON MY BREAK!”
“And he’s packing it with C4! Glad we put cameras in every home!” World’s laziest cop: “Well, after 30 years of arson and child murder—maybe we should do something! Like, put on our jackets! Won’t have to dry clean the bits of humans from our dress shirts! And then wait for a call, I guess, IDK.” If you spend TEN SECONDS thinking about CS, which is 11 more than the author ever did, this is not the whimsical wonderland of humor the author thinks it is. It’s a nightmare hellscape where a madman runs wild, and no one cares. You know dang well that cop’s not going to stop the deranged freak, but to have dinner at Denny’s for 3 hours. (VERY LOUD EXPLOSION) “YOU deal with it! I’m not done with my Moons Over My-Hammy!” (Lillian’s head explodes against window) “Really?! Not now, I’M ON MY BREAK!”