Just as the phrase “what the entire fuck” implies the existence of fractional fucks, the phrase “what the absolute fuck” implies the existence of both positive and negative fucks (or else there would be no need for an absolute value operation). Taken together with the phrase “what the actual fuck” (which implies the existence of imaginary fucks), we may thus conclude that fuckery is isomorphic with the complex field.
Everyone’s always saying that ghosts are “Evil, malevolent beings” but homie, I guarantee if some bitch-ass suburban family walked right into your house and started redecorating your shit, you’d be pretty pissed off too
A clock whose face goes up to 13 is a total cliché at this point - If I walked into some Hell-dimension and saw that, I’d just think they were trying too hard. You know what would really unnerve me? A clock whose face stops at 11.
I’m done. *waves a banner with “GAVIN REED IS GAY” written on it* Like that wasn’t obvious enough… Also, you can’t win this game, if your wide open smile makes you look a bit insane. So, I’ll go and plan a next little thing. This time - a bit angsty. Because I’m all about that psychological torture… And I know, it’s not an original joke, but I was half way through the thing when I found out that I’m a bad comedian. Duuuuur.
I think the Splatoon franchise’s greatest innovation is explicitly establishing that Inklings are dumb as hell, because that way they don’t have to do any backflips to justify the plot. Everyone involved canonically has the mental acuity of a bowl of porridge, so just go with it!