“That’s what she said” is way older than The Office.

You win some, lose some, it’s all the same to me.

It turns out lots of people on our side in WW2 thought the Nazis were only bad because they were on the other side, and not because of their repellent authoritarian, genocidal ideology.

The party has to redefine reality - basically as a flex. The mainstream media get to show deference to the regime by bending the knee, whereas anyone who calls out the emperor’s new clothes goes on a list as a potential troublemaker.

‘Appen.

Vader didn’t blow up an entire planet of people; he made an awkward gesture.

“Wait, it’s all Nazis…”

The ordeal is finally over and the innocent are safe. You return to your normal life, carrying out your everyday duties, but as the weeks pass you seem to see the world as though through a grey pall. Activities you used to find pleasurable are now mechanical as though going through the motions, and you feel no interest in the day-to-day travails and triumphs of your friends and family.

You become more guarded and quick to anger. One night you find yourself sketching out the design of one of the trolley problems you had to solve. You erase a line in the drawing and place it somewhere else, seeing an elegant fix for an obvious flaw in the original design. Now every night you’re sketching out more improved trolley problems. It’s fine though; nobody is getting hurt.

You suddenly realise your best friend has been talking to you for the best part of an hour and you completely phased out, thinking of your latest design. People are so irritating and self-absorbed. Someone should give them something to really talk about…

Nearly missed Saddam.

Audio cassettes.

I don’t really know who this is except that he sells an energy bar or something? I’m sure he’s lovely though.

Joke’s on them. I lost my Bradfordian accent long ago.

I know he’s basically only addressing us, but only comics nerds will ever even notice that this happened.

You can’t.

Vegetables aren’t actually a thing though. Just a bunch of things we grouped because we like eating them.

Pack it up, boys. This experiment is over.

Big Tech dug a trillion dollar money pit, so obviously now their stooge has to fill it up with your money.

That’s not my name. That’s not my name.

It took quite a while in Dark Souls 3 before I conceded that I should actually level up my VIT so the Abyss Watchers didn’t just one-shot me every time.