The Church of Bob has been alive and well for longer than a fiscal quarter. PRAISE BOB!
Here is a picture of our humble flock. Brother Greg, is still in game designer purgatory. He could only join us for communion and in order to do that he had to disguise himself as Popeye.
Next time you play a game, remember the selfless, overworked people who create such pleasures. They are to be admired ... but would prefer higher pay and decent hours. We love you Brother Greg, and we missed you!
Now eat your spinach!
On to Universal! (Sans Brother Greg, Waaa! Beginning to hate anything that is liquid..or maybe I just have rabies.)
While we wanted to have our own good time, we also had a mission.
Oh sure we had our fun..
But we knew we had our work to do.
The Church of Bob often deals with Exorcisms. A terrible Werewolf needed our help. Father Shpritzer and Mother Fluffer are pictured here but we ALL ran to his aid.
Clearly, behind this hideous exterior lies the face of an angel.
This is more than COB can handle... we needed back up troops...
Lassie! Save Timmy!
Selfish fucks that we are, we left him with the dog and went on about our day..
Peaches and Fluff ran into Al Frankin! We were sad to see that he is now a waiter (guess the last book didn't sell so good) but he let us both handle his stick.
Some say that G forces are the work of the devil.I can understand this. But I, Mother Fluffer, personally belive that G forces are the forces of God.
Can it be argued? Clearly Mother Fluffer is recieving some kind of spiritual gift.
Brother Felix recieves the spirit even louder!So does Sister Peaches!!! Fluff prays.
Father Shpritzer and Father Time watched over us.
Our selfless flock abandoned festivities early so that Mother Fluffer could pick up the Altered Boy. Sister Peaches and Father Time went to the 
There, it was witnessed, that Father Time is really Saint Francis.
Bob bless him!
Bob Bless Us All!
