So I got ready for bed.
Got into bed.
Then I realized that this didn’t exist.
IT’S TWENTY FIVE PAST MIDNIGHT AND I HAVE WORK TOMORROW.
I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY SPG.
Finished! This was spawned from the idea of an SPG cartoon and I instantly thought of those wonderfully campy cartoons of mystery-solving music bands.
that would be so perfect
OH MY GOD
GET. ON. MY. DASH.
As finished as I’m going to take it!
Mr. Reed: If you and The Jon didn’t try to toss the Spine down the trash shute pretending he was the Ring and the shute was Mt. Doom, we wouldn’t be sitting here.
Rabbit: It s-s-seemed like a good idea at the time…
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^^^yes that
I just love how in the lead up to Captain Albert Alexander, when Rabbit claims that fishing is boooorrriiiiiing, the Spine comments that it’s relaxing for some people with that awkward laugh and then gets cut off.
The Spine likes fishing. You can’t tell me otherwise.
I would imagine that The Jon is still… new to the concept. Can’t mark him down for enthusiasm though.
Why hasn’t there been a Steam Powered Giraffe and Daft Punk crossover yet?
there has
That’s exactly what I said aloud and then failed to reblog.
It’s all over the tag somewhere. SOMEWHERE.
i deleted it because i didn’t like the picture but sighhh
here
I am required by law to reblog this.
(via miraclemango)
okay why exactly have i not seen these yet. tell me. how can one be so handsome.
/casually dies
Okay so this got really depressing really fast.
I remember reading that the ‘bots helped out during the first world war rescuing people from the mustard gas, and I was thinking “hey that’s smart, you know, what with robots not being affected by gas and all, they wouldn’t even be able to smell it…”
and then my brain did what it always does and turned it into something horrifyingly tragic.
;__;