It's like if a Nintendo had sex with a drum. It's like if paranoia had sex with summertime. It's like if a mustache had sex with a colony of ants. It's like if the holodeck had sex with a musical saw. It's like if a pack of oboes had sex with the very last mustard fart in the bottle. It's like if dancing had sex with alarm. It's like if a dinosaur had sex with a truck. It's like if your mom had sex with your dad and you came out and your ears had sex with fun. ...Lindy West for The Stranger.