It's not me it's the game.

Michel gets in over his head, again, and blames the game for it, again.

A game nobody dislikes.

Michel has a few.

A world full of exciting new croppage.

I'm a good stick citizens.

Michel lands his dream job.

Alec expects girls to be impressed by some rocks he found in the dirt.

With all the mechanical problems which that implies.

"I know how to tell if it's contraband or not."

Too late in the season for croppin'

Blegh