Seriously, Brain, WTF

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There was no Jar-Jar Binks present. However, the internal remote control was in deep cable weirdness territory. Maybe I'm picking up SyFy with my hypothalamus or something.

I was, by turns:

- Chatting with a purple lizard
- In prison with my coworkers (recurring prison guard played by Clancy Brown)
- Sharing a hotel room/cell with critus and a third person, after we'd all been given black and silver Incan tunics as costumes
- At a cross between the Playboy mansion and mighty_man's back yard w/ a different coworker, wondering why were there with all the "pretty people" and wondering why nobody was making porn
- In a really boring, formulaic Tom Clancy "thriller," exchanging fourth-wall-abusing repartee with the thug trying to capture/torture/whatever me