Seanbaby: In a perfect world, infotainment shows would be walking around a street right now asking people where they were when they first read "Thor in the Ding-A-Ling Family." Intellectuals would publish journals every month deconstructing different aspects of it, and rappers would start to tell everyone how they're going to fuck them up "Ding-A-Ling" style. History hasn't shown us anything this exciting since Chrisopher Columbus discovered America and then discovered that the people that already lived there would carry his stuff and weed his garden FOR FREE if he aimed a gun at them. Mr. Fish: I think I got it. Those hillbillies in the space trailer were immune to getting hit by a hammer because of their "secret-cousin power." But I don't think that's scientifically accurate. Some of my cousins are married to each other and we don't even know how many kids they actually have since there are so many chunks of other kids growing out of each one. Their baby carriages are giant pulsating messes of teeth and hair. So I disagree with this comic's implication that inbreeding leads to being hammer-proof. Trust me, it's way waaayy the opposite. When a kid has genitals on his head, shoulders, and other head, that just gives you lots more vulnerable targets for the hammer. Glub. I might be wrong, I have trouble concentrating on this thing since I have to stop every few words to wave my meaty flipper hand at the sky and shout, "Why can't YOU be this great, God?!" Dr. Doom: Doom admits he has no wisdom to add to this, the definitive piece of space RV fiction. Luke Cage: Sweet Christmas, what the fuck is wrong with you white people?