I stood up from looking at some friendly blogs and had a sudden memory of this game:Who can say where these images come from? Memory: she runs one whacky playground.
Sam and Max, you ask. Sam and Max, I say, was one fun game. I remember one joke in particular. The little bunny creature (Max, I believe) explains the name of his cat: "His name is Mittens; I think he'd make a nice pair." Why do I remember that?
I remember another game by the same company: Monkey Island. The first sentence from the following excerpt has haunted me since at least the 5th grade.
Excerpted from "The Memoirs of Guybrush Threepwood: The Monkey Island Years"
"I cursed my luck again as I slid down the monkey's throat. Have my dreams of guzzling grog and plundering galleons been reduced to this. "Three small trials and you're a pirate like us." Fair enough. If only I could stomach the foul brew these scurvy seadogs swilled, the rest would be easy. How could I have known I'd meet a powerful and beautiful woman with a jealous suitor too stupid to realize he'd been dead for years? And how can I crawl through this great stone monkey to find a man who walks three inches above the ground and sets fire to his beard every morning?"
Therein lies much of what I've since become.