Y'know, I'd really like if some of these ageless characters really liked music that isn't recognizable to the modern viewer "Oh shit, you don't know anything 'til you hear lithophone tunes." Ultimate hipster possibility but NOOOoooo.
It's like Star Trek endlessly namechecking lists of classical composers but ending with Gul Fruku of Narendra 3 for space cred.
As always, Death is playing video games and bein' all mysterious. Typical.
Okay, we're still all loosey-goosey over here, we've only got an episode and a half left. I've got nothing.
Four people yelling across a table at each other like they're bad guys whose car just flew off the cliff. Is this the best use of our time?
The yelling went on way longer than falling off the steepest cliff would have. I want my money back.
Well. I suddenly feel nauseated. I didn't need to ever see Death By Maggot.
55% finished, no story progress.
Why isn't this better?
Oh, we're checking in with Adam finally.
The Them are turning into a fucking Coca-Cola commercial. They'd like to teach the world to sing, and also maybe not die today.
And the oldsters are heading to the second star on the right, and then they'll be straight on 'til morning. Cool cool cool.
Takin' Roy off the grid and shit.