Update: March 5th, 2018

How do you do, my home slices??
My slices of home.
My slices of pizza that are in my home.
DAMN IT, NOW I JUST WANT PIZZA!!!!!!!

Anyhoo, the productivity continues unabated in TheCompoundTM.
Contrary to popular belief, that does not mean that production has gone un-masturbated. There has been plenty of that, I can assure you.
Entire lazy rivers of semen gushing throughout the halls.  Also editing.
The editing doesn't masturbate very much though. It's a prude that way.
Stuck up bitch.

On another, less sexy note (Unless you're into that sort of thing. We're not gonna kink shame. Fap 'em if ya got 'em), We finished recording for episode 13 of SAOA!!!!
That was part of the editing we mentioned earlier. See? It all comes full circle. Like a penis.

Back to our way more sexy notes, our panel for Sakura-Con was confirmed!!!
Get your tickets for Sakura-Con!!!!
With such guests including...us.
...
We're not guests. We're just kinda there.
Sorta had to beg for a panel.
Let's just say "beg" is maybe not the most accurate word to use.
On an unrelated note, could anyone recommend anything stronger than Listerine??
...
I've been trying to dissolve this dead hooker in it for hours. It's just not doing the trick.

Related to that unrelated note that is somewhat unrelated but is mostly related. We're a little too busy this week for our Monday Discord hang out. Hopefully be back next week.
Soz fam.

Finally, last week some of you were quite displeased with the lack of a sexual sign off. To make up for our lapse in judgement, I give you: Cheddar on the Open Sea.

Keith gingerly stroked his fingers along the smooth curvature of Estebans' caramel right buttock. He did not care for the left. Lefty was almond flavour. Keith had an unfortunate, and some might say ironic, allergy to nuts.
But Keith would gargle all the nuts in the galaxy for Esteban, his platonic superior officer aboard The Starship Ass-Smasher.
Lost in completely platonic fantasy, it was at that moment the light glinting off the barrel of the gun caught his eye.
The gun held by...
Esteban
*Spanish guitar sting*

"I know you've been selling space secrets to the space butt-pirates. How could you?! You were my Rear-Admiral, why would you throw it all away?"
"I did it for you, Esteban! It's always been for you! Crevlock can't be stopped!"
"We can make her see reason!"
"Your kids are dead, Esteban! She's been lying to you!"
"No. NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! THEN WHAT WAS ALL OF THIS FOR?!!!!!"
"It was for our love Esteban. Our completely platonic love."
A hush fell over the breakfast nook as Esteban slowly lowered his space gun. Keith unzipped pants and "raised his".
"Now suck my dick. That's an order'.
"But I outrank you". Esteban grinned as he quickly finished his Fruit Loops and crawled beneath the table.
"Are you sure? That's a hell of a salute you're giving me". Keith smirked as Esteban gave a muffled chuckled.
Then he nutted in his mouth and it was supes hot.


Love,
Something Witty