God shuffled His feet
And glanced around
The people cleared their throats
And stared right back
—'Crash Test Dummies, "God Shuffled His Feet"
If you’ve made it through this epic mess, I don’t know whether to commend you, or call you a sucker. But I do know this: If you’ve skipped to the end, please, please… just go back. Go back. (Others will know what that means.)
I like the idea that the answers are not given, but imagined. You can create the answers yourself. Whatever you think probably happened, probably did, but even I'm not really sure.
Why do we have to come up with all the answers? People think we have all the answers. We don't. We're just the creators. We don't know what we're doing.
"The primary source of consternation plucked from that Q&A was the “revelation” that Gamzee is short.
Which was obviously a 4 THE LAFFS answer.
The real answer is
I don’t give a shit about how tall anybody is."
—Andrew Hussie, via Tumblr
"What will Yellowfang's Secret be about?"
"Yellowfang will be in it. She will have a secret. Bad things will happen."
—Vicky Holmes, answering a fan on her Facebook page
Q: Are we really supposed to believe that Zerg Warhounds are now biological units that can morph into structures?
A: Yes! It’s all very complicated and it involves Ribosomes.
Rich: You remember back in the day, we used to joke about calling up Harold Ramis and asking him, "If you shot a living person with a proton pack, would their soul get caught in the stream?"
Mike: He'd say, "lemmie alone, I'm tryin' to sleep!"