God, Imagine If The Next Game Changer Episode Is Just Deja Vu Again With Slightly Different Editing And

Enhance.

Enhance.

Analyze.

Bold?!

dropout, please make one of those overly specific shirts that's like, "Don't mess with me!!! I'm a SIDEWINDER 👏👏🐍. I'm part of a gymnastic/martial arts gym. I can backflip at 15 miles per hour. I only train at night. We're all 30, today! That's how we started the gym! I want more adrenanoxinil plutonium sulfate to do 20-foot standing vertical leaps. We put it in our Gatorade, but we're running out. I'm gym buddies with a "30-year-old" professor named Clete Gunshoot who backflips in a labcoat. I work in a hotel gift shop selling $4 hotel t-shirts, but my heart isn't in it. My name is Reggie. I guess I'm a criminal now."

It would be really nice if Madam (Self) Loathing came back from her vacation as Madam Self Awareness. A blooming sense of self awareness would be really appropriate for this stage in Elias Hodge’s life; let him really take inventory of where he was, where he is, and where he’s going.

Look, all I’m saying is—

oh my fucking god

Holy Fuck.

Plane landed.

I love how Brennan channels some of Aabria’s energy when playing Antiope’s older sister.

Saw a familiar looking hotel in New Hampshire

“My stay at the hotel was overall pleasant, though the guard dog(?) was slightly aggressive. Hotel seemed abandoned; accidentally fell backwards into a painting and got sucked into a magical land where I had to beat a penguin in a footrace.”

“If something could be done to prevent the dog(?) (pictured below) from lunging at guests, it would be greatly appreciated”

Fun fact: while doing research for this post (a perfectly normal thing to do) I learned that to make prune juice, you must first dehydrate the plums, rehydrate them, and then juice them, meaning both Boimler families would have to dry out fruit regardless. Do with this information what you will.

I’m imagining a scenario in which Boimler meets Worf and introduces himself as Ensign Boimler, and Worf says he recognizes him and Boims gets excited for a second until Worf explains that he recognizes the name Boimler from the brand of prune juice that comes from Bradward’s family’s vineyard.

Wait.

There’s no way…

Holy Shit.