Abject Suffering 74: Xenophobe (Patreon)

It was the year 2170 and Detective Jack Cyber looked out his window at the fossil fuel burning cars on the street below. Teeming throngs of citizens on roller blades frequented the payphones below. Jack's pager buzzed insistently on his desk, right as a beautiful dame walked through his office's door, past the pneumatic tube document carrier. "There's a techno dragon on the loose, Jack, and you'll never guess what it shoots from its tail." "I'm going to need at least 5 more megabytes of RAM to handle this, sweet cheeks." The femme fatale faxed the purchase order, reluctantly.

Special Guest: Riff Conner.