Because people crave the dopamine rush being offended.

What powers the force field, hatred?

Krabs is willing to pay the exchange fees

Thank you, this makes me happy

But we’re still doing better than Florida, which had so much more panhandle sliced off, all the best bits, like Destin! F that

Maps! Bring us the maps!

This makes my brain itch, in the best way. Oklahoma got much bigger, I approve.

We are “sus as hell”. This may be the greatest achievement of NCD to date. We ride tricycles at dawn. Pom poms on handlebars.

Infecting a bunch of animals with deadly disease, then promptly losing containment of it on a remote island, is what really makes this fit for NCD.

Whataboutism is for those who do not know how to shit post. We are here to shit post or at least, throw a little shit at each other, tossing questions and comments in a bouncing, cow-filled cyclone of chaos and irony.

Home brewing disaster today. BEEZZ!

That’s actually a good point.

Yeah, but it’s not your job to project your character’s personality to an audience., so it’s ok to have RBF. I’m not familiar with Larson’s work before Marvel, but it seems like if that IS your job, you should be able to do it in spite of bad writing, bad directing, etc. Ewan McGregor, for example, projected his way through much, much worse dialogue and crude CGI/green screening requirements in the Star Wars prequels. He had to act alone, on an empty soundstage, with a tennis ball tied to a stick. The tennis ball had a mark on it to show where your eye line was supposed to be. You’re supposed to be Obi Wan Kenobi…to a stick. If he can do that, I’m not cutting Larson any slack 20 years later.

It’s not just you. Not everyone can project empathy and relatability.

Shine on, you crazy diamond. I ignore your report and raise you a new fridge.

Chill, read the sidebar.

That must be it. It’s not the meth, it’s the heat and drought.

I protest- Iggy Soda looks so miserable. Blatant anti-soda propaganda.

No…can anyone stop you?

RIP my peeps with a sense of smell directly connected to the amygdala. Foul smell= GTFO, you’re blocking my escape, I will step on you.