The bassline in the menu screen is doing something weird to my spine, a slinky saxophone thing that’s trying way too hard to be a 1940s noir club but ends up sounding like a ringtone from a burner phone. I left it looping for ten minutes while I just stared at Suzy Rabbit’s character model. The proportions are a hate crime against anatomy. Her chest is less a pair of breasts and more of a shelf, a geological formation, and the red hair is that exact shade of Jessica Rabbit crimson that makes your brain short circuit. The game knows what it’s doing. It doesn't even pretend to be anything else.

Max Goof shows up and the whole thing becomes a physics simulation from a parallel dimension. His dick is, and I’m not exaggerating, the size of her entire torso. The animation when he tries to get it in is genuinely funny, like watching someone try to park a bus in a broom closet. Suzy’s face cycles through three expressions of pure, cartoonish panic. The voice acting is just a loop of squeaky "oh no" sounds that get higher pitched until my dog started barking. Then the mom walks in. A MILF with the same impossible red hair and a chest that defies gravity even harder. The soundtrack shifts to a funky bass slap that feels like a joke I’m not in on.

The sound design is the real star here. Every thrust has this wet, slapping echo that’s mixed way too loud, like a foley artist just going ham with a jar of mayonnaise. Mom takes over and the saxophone comes back, slower now, almost sarcastic. There’s no logic, no build up, just a cutscene of Max getting swallowed by a mountain of cartoon flesh while a stock sound effect of a slide whistle plays. I laughed. I think. The whole thing runs on a loop and I’m still not sure if I actually clicked anything or if it just played itself. The music never stops. That damn sax is still going.