Giant Bomb Mailbag

A plethora of pernicious presents arrives just in time to corrupt our new year.

From the home of cereal!

Look on as we ponder frozen pizzas and conduct several experiments for science.

We know he can fly, but can Pit balance precariously on a fold-up plastic stand?

Whiskey rocks!

Brad can act real rude and totally removed, and I can act like an imbecile.

Happy Easter, Jeremy Clarkson, you fat-ass!

It's not who I am underneath, but what I drink, that defines me.

If you're looking to get your beef fluffed, this is the video for you?

Only feats of superhuman strength will reveal the bounty within.

What does hip-hop taste like? Well, that's an ancient Romanian secret.

AY YO VINNY CARAVELLA WHAT SORT OF AWFUL SALTED CANDIES YOU GOT TODAY, KID?

You only have one choice when a box that's half your size shows up at the office: open it with reckless abandon.

Ryan gets his filthy batch of imported Famicom tapes as another mysterious box arrives.

We go through the mail, test out a Twin Famicom, and see what all this cube tapping is all about.

There's only one thing you can predict when a package sent from the other side of the world appears: assume it's full of Intellivision games, and a copy of Canada Hunt.

Take to the skies with multiple boxes of garbage nonsense!

VHS and CD+G all up in this bitch!

It's a very diabetic Christmas!