Mercy is the name of the movie. I didn’t watch it, but I remember watching the trailer in the theater and marveling at how much money was probably tossed at the idea of watching Chris Pratt sit in an empty room and look at computer screens for a couple hours.

Honestly not as bad as I thought it would look.

Ah, North High. I played a bunch of flash games and watched the back half of the Naruto Chuunin Exams arc in the media center there since Cartoon Network’s website wasn’t blocked for some reason. Good times.

I mean, the guy is fucking Satan.

Believe me, I was headed toward emotional burnout long before I discovered drugs.