The thing about most seasons of Drag Race is that it’s this tense creative cross-dressing battle that’s neck and neck for a lot of it and people get kicked off when you don’t expect it and no one can -quite- be sure who’s gonna be the last one standing….
And then Season 3 is just basically Raja and Manila slugging it out in a parking lot while the others watch and every now and then you hear a “bam” or “halelloo” shouted from the sidelines
Villain Lady: wouldn't it be totally romantic and cool if someone blasted a giant heart into the moon for someone they loved
Heroine: that would be horrible, it could affect the tides and send debris raining down on the Earth, damaging the ecosystem and threatening lives.
Heroine: Anyways what did you want to do for our anniver- where are you going?
Villain Lady running out the door: BRB JUST HAVE TO STOP SEVERAL HUNDRED MISSILES HEADING FOR THE MOON THAT ARE COMPLETELY UNRELATED TO THIS CONVERSATION
when the cashier gives u back ur change and ur putting it away but u cant do it fast enough and suddenly theyre holding out ur shopping bag and u have no hands and the coins are dropping to the ground and the bag goes up in flames and the cashier is crying and ur crying and ur wallet is screaming and ur descending into hell