In Trunks's post-apocalyptic future, Androids are like cockroaches - you just can't get rid of them for good. We discuss how the position of God is outsourced to foreign labor, and Tory tries to convince us that the muscles in Dragonball are really metaphorical, to limited success. The amount of fan Japanese almost does us all in, but we try to gaman.

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Three friends read old fanfiction that they think might be good. Sometimes they are right. Sometimes they are not.

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