These are… bad. The first nearly passes for something that can be comprehended. The second gives us an encore of Sarah, who I think I had long broken up with and hadn’t spoken to for months at the time. Then there’s Mitch running over ninjas, which is a payoff for maybe three people, or 100% of Flatliner’s regular audience at the time.
Yeah, move onward. I write these in advance, so hopefully I performed well on my morning SSBU stream when this post gets published over two weeks from now. (I’ve had a day. Well, half day. Long story, it doesn’t matter.)
