finally! something we can all agree on. scott mcclanahan rules (maybe you’re playing it too safe (“domestic”?), mcclanahan)! also, that’s my house he’s elvis-karate chopping in front of, in case anyone feels like stalking me or TPing me or trimming my bushes.
That he can go from “It’s always time for some Elvis karate!” to “We’re all zebras with a beast’s tooth stuck in our necks,” in six minutes is pretty much the only evidence that we’ll ever need that he’s the real deal.