The Corvacalypse
Will this situation ever end? The bickering, the back biting, the smearing, the claustrophobia, all of it is becoming so pervasive that I don't think that I can take it for even one more second? Oh, you thought I was talking about the Corocalypse; nah, that's small potatos compared to what's currently transpiring at the Casa del Whackos. It seems that Charlie and Titus have somehow discovered some high-octane stimulants of which I was unaware,…