I can't log in.
Use my login, Cocktard.
I'm using it.
It won't let me in.
I know.
Ron.
Donaldson.
I can't get in.
Full name, Dipwad Ronald Donaldson.
Passwords game host.
Cool.
I'm in.
I'm in, too.
Righteous.
This is an epic Uber dungeon we're hitting tonight, so try not to suck so hard.
Miltani.
There's potato salad in the fridge.
Thanks, Nana.
You still live with your grandma?
Yeah.
Rent control.
She lives here for, like, ever.
Your grandma used to be hot.
Yes, she did.
I'd hit that.
Guys, that's my Nana.
Well, your Nana was hit-able.
Hey, did you ever get that weird tear in the space-time continuum thing looked at?
Oh, what?
The dimensional rift?
Yeah.
It's actually getting bigger.
I have a guy coming.
We're gonna do this.
I'm already in the dungeon, Craig.
Catch the hell up.
I'm gonna grab some potato salad first.
Careful not to fall into the dimensional rift.
Whoa!
Uh-oh!
I think he just fell in.
Sounds like.
Whoa.
You okay?
Yeah.
Still in the kitchen, but it's like the 1950s or something.
What can you tell?
Everything's in black and white.
God, it can't be.
My Bluetooth still works.
Yeah.
The range on that is awesome.
Oh, uh, hello.
Where did you come from?
Dude, it's my Nana.
Is she hot?
Yeah.
Like, way.
Who are you talking to?
Are you talking to men from space?
Are you from outer space?
Dude, take a picture I want to see.
Oh, what is that?
A camera phone.
A camera phone.
A camera phone.
You are from outer space.
Nice picture, dude.
Totally hot.
Tell me all about space travel and, and, and meals and pill form and robots.
Do you have a robot?
Not only do I have a robot.
Oh, my goodness.
You have the dexterity of a Negro.
I, I find that rather.
Dude, let's dungeon.
What?
Just a second.
You find that what?
Oh, well, ever since I was a girl, I used to look up at the stars and dream of somebody
swooping down and taking me away ever since my husband died in Korea.
I've been all alone.
Would you like to get to know me?
My God, you are so hot.
Dude, that's your grandma.
She's not my grandma yet.
I made some potato salad.
I'm not very good at it.
I have a kick ass potato salad recipe.
It's a family recipe.
I wouldn't even know where to start.
Leave it to me.
Oh, my grandma, my manna, I hope you'll fold your lips to my birthday.
That I am grandpa holding hands, holding you.
I want to go in inside where my father came from, your lips open wide.
Like the sea, it's open wide to me.
I pulled aggro.
I pulled aggro.
I pulled aggro.
We're getting old.
I pulled aggro.
Healer.
My guild.
They need me.
You have to go?
When I decided to roll a healer doll, I took an oath that right now my brave guildmates
are in danger.
If they don't help them, they might be killed and waste minutes walking back to their bodies.
But I don't like it back.
Oh, right.
The dimension of it.
Honey, I'm home.
Wait, do I smell potato salad?
Heal me.
Heal me.
I've got dots.
Oh, quit your bitching.
Rift gun, it's almost as if the universe wanted this to happen.
Was it worth it, dude?
What do you mean?
Well, if you just nailed your own Nana, you could be your own ancestor, you know?
You could be all like Inbred now.
No, that's all good.
It's white this dungeon.
Agreed.
Rift gun, it's almost as if the universe wanted this to happen.
Rift gun.
