So... don't buy drugs just because you saw an ad on TV... that's the moral of this story, I guess.

I love how this episode reinforces the lack of boundary between whatever constitutes Salad Fingers' inner world and whatever hell his reality is. Does Glass Mother truly exist, or is she just an excretion [sic] of his decidedly mental state? Only time will tell. And time will tell lies, probably.

It induces happiness, occasional seizures, dysplasia of the brain lobes, excess 'frop abuse... Nope, nothing wrong with this animutation.

Looks like a nice place to visit, except that with all that shite and cum about Mazza might have to tell the Wanky Shit Demon to piss off.

A clever take on the old arcade game "Mappy". Darn it... now I want cake.

A nice little breakout game. Only real beef I have right now is that the explosion effects send the framerate plummeting to what feels like 0.2fps on Firefox 123.0.1 (64-bit).

Very end credits music for some 1980s sitcom involving a black middle-class family not residing in Bel Air.

So much 1990s Doom feels

My testicles grew three sizes listening to this. Then they jumped the fence. Fortunately judging from the gunfire they didn't get far.

I hope.

I just know he's speaking in a monotone.

Skyrim one is depressingly accurate. The Minceraft one is pleasantly accurate.

Ah yes, the little blues that decided central city living was for them. Apart from the incorrect livery on the cop car (apparently you've done an Aussie one, us Kiwis have ones like drivingtests.co.nz/resources/new-zealand-police-vehicle-markings-and-livery/ ) this is cute and topical.