Kaligula, being sick of everyone's smart mouths, leads the group down a long case of primitive stairs to a dank carvernous cellar filled with casks of amontillado and... uh, glowing crystals? No matter, he hopes the crew will ogle the pretty rocks whilst he bricks up the doorway behind them.
But Craig, cannily, is having none of it.
"Where's our transportation??" he bellows, doing his best impression of an octogenarian at Atlantic City.
"Please do not get in a lather about it!" Kiligula wittily retorts, hurriedly slapping mortar on bricks.
Yes, it looks like everyone is going to die, thank God, but--
WE INTERRUPT THIS GALAXY REVOLT UPDATE TO GIVE YOU BREAKING WISEAU NEWS
I totally saw THE ROOM Friday night and, weirdly, THE ROOM saw me.
This begs the question: which is the more monstrously shaggy tale--THE ROOM or GALAXY REVOLT? Great minds ponder.
Next Week: Greg Sestero talks about wanting me dead.
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