Rich and Larry’s new job puts thousands of lives in their hands, unfortunately.

In space, no one can hear you stream.

The Dreadcruiser gets a call from the coolest guy in the coldest legion.

They’re on the cutting edge of miscommunication.

One bog does not a planet make.

The Lord of all Evil takes it with two creams.

All they need is a suggestion of a planet to destroy.

Smashing through the language barrier face first.

The worst rules are the ones you have to follow.

Larry has a few things to get off his chest.

A trooper tries to learn some Jedi skills.

Constructive criticism turns destructive.

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Even if it sucks.

Love is torture.

She just needs some time to herself.

Two troopers try to mask a malfunctioning forcefield from their captive.

The supercomputer on board the ship isn’t quite so super.

Dreadlord tries out some deadly new sword features.

Eeny, meeny, miny, Larry.