1974: greatest year of all time, or actually kind of crappy except for a few good bits of art and entertainment?
The second one.
I don’t know about that.
Wars, gas crises, revolutions, coups, and the President of the United States resigning under a cloud.
There were some good things about ’74.
Wall of Trump?
DO NOT CALL ME EITHER OF THOSE THINGS.
Get out of here. You’re currently possessed by Donald Trump’s spirit from 1993.
I CAN MULTI-TASK. BESIDES, THAT STORYLINE MIGHT BE OVER.
THERE WAS ONLY THE ONE PHOTOSHOP OF TRUMP’S FACE ON ME.
Oh. Still: leave. I was talking about Alice Cooper.
YOU WEREN’T. THIS IS THE FIRST YOU’VE MENTIONED HIM.
YOU KNOW I DISINTEGRATED DOCTOR GARY, RIGHT?
Oh, he’ll back.
THIS UNIVERSE IS BECOMING A PET SEMATARY.