I think you’re full of bologna, JB. Apprentice my foot. You paint this whole thing out like it’s going to be some fun and interesting challenge similar to the tv show and we’ll be each bumigned particular challenges and paired in teams and the whole bit, etc. What do we get?

“Uh hey guys, uh this is Mike, uh the first challenge is called uh ‘do me my work for me’. If you do the most you win!” You might get your other little monkeys trained to sit in a room full of typewriters, but my unsatisfied primate urges tell me to fap hanging from light fixture and fling poo at this whole half-male reproductive organed fiasco.

The term dog and pony show came to mind, but I don’t want to sound like some Greek philosopher over here with the wisdom of endless animal analogies. You might get the wrong idea and start thinking I go for little boys. I don’t need that, Mike, and I don’t appreciate that accusation.

I’d honestly bet you my RPG alone beats all of ep 3 in lulz and quality, (sure it’s apples and oranges, but still… ) but you’re too “busy” (i.e. full of yourself) to play it yet, amiright? I’d never outright tell you that I’d bet a fiddle of gold against your soul because I think I’m better than you — but I might inadvertently imply it. Er… that part came out a little heavy-handed didn’t it?