Oh, the Hannity!

A gas bag has certain risks.

     
     From The Copy Desk: It's been a while since the last update and there's news from the wandering would-be wonks, Marty and Warren, who seem to be enjoying their foray into the educational-industrial complex (albeit with vegan food) so much that they missed the car home last week . . . twice. We're thinking they don't like us any more. Which makes The Copy Desk sad. But life goes on and sometimes we think about stuff.

Lecturing people about racism.

     Warren and Marty were alone in the room, which to their horror featured a laptop streaming Faux News. After many hours of application, the glazed look in Warren's eyes told Marty it was too late to save his half-brother. He would be convinced all his misconceptions, misconsrues and mislabeling was actually fact.He would also buy lots of gold.
     "I've got to shut down that laptop," Marty said,.
     Zombie-Warren sprang up to stand between Marty and the laptop. "You shall not pass," he howled.
     "Sorry, I left my Balrog in my other pants. Oh, wait, I don't own pants," Marty said. "It's time to cut the cord Warren. Regain your brain. Think!"