Well. Kinda inevitable, wasn’t it? It’s just the kind of relationship Snuka and the universe have. First, the universe will come up with the worst possible thing it could do to Snuka. And then, it will keep doing it over and over again for the lulz.

There’s a sliver of hope, though, since the Bratessor seems to be considering limiting the number of crotch-impacts to a merciful(?) 300, instead of the 1000 he felt would be called for by scientific rigor. Given the source of the ‘essor’ part of ‘Bratessor’, that would be more than just a minor concession, and would go a long way toward showing the Bratessor’s human side. Which might, otherwise, be slightly obscured by sending a crotch-homing drone after a friend in the first place…

More on Thursday.