Grope compare? Is that anything?
Withnail and I, Robot, in which Will Smith's exercise and clean-living regimen becomes somewhat compromised.
"We've left ourselves a 161 checkout by mistake"
It's the triumph of vibes over anything remotely reality-adjacent. I'm not entirely sure how they regain control of their senses, but this ain't it.
He very much gives the impression that he's itching to turn you down for a mortgage.
They're the party of dreaming of joining the rentier class. No grander ambition than that. Intellectually impoverished, ideologically bankrupt.
Kaos was kind of eh though. Entertaining enough, not surprised it was cancelled. There is Too Much TV. Or, rather, there is Too Much Enormo-Budget TV.
I think so, iirc. I think I actually have that edition knocking around somewhere.
This would make for a more interesting vision of the future, certainly.