You have progressed to the dungeon and face a door protected with a riddle. You look up expecting two gargoyles guarding it but instead find two Elizabeth Holmes staring at you intensely.

Fuck.

Clearly we need to add more to the list. No kings, no ghouls.

My coffee maker broke out of containment and played a bunch of video games during work hours at my office. Crazy what these AIs are doing.

If they die, put two cheeseburgers on their eyes. It’s payment for the mobility scooter in the underworld.