[As the PCD comes on, Gabriel massages his forehead with the exasperation of someone whose limitless patience got used up ages ago. He has a whiskey decantur in front of him. He also has the remains of at least ten dead soldier Sweet 'n' Low packets.

....It's best not to imagine where said sweetener met its end. Suffice to say, no one besides ( Read more... )

[Gabriel's just golf-clapping away in a chair in his little pseudo-apartment, looking more than a little bemused. When he speaks, he's obviously addressing the Animus.]

Nice show, guys. Points for creativity, but I'm still a little iffy on the punchline here. I mean... The Great Fursona Epidemic and now this? I'm not getting it. Love your style ( Read more... )