rolls his eyes behind his aviators. "Kelso, that’s not a business. That’s a cry for help."
"Fez, that’s disgusting," Eric says, finally dropping the Pez dispenser.
The year is 1978 in Point Place, Wisconsin. For Eric Forman and his friends, the basement isn’t just a room—it’s a sanctuary from disco, high school drama, and Red Forman’s legendary "foot-in-ass" threats.
He pulls out a giant jar of pickled pigs' feet. The room goes silent.
"More for me then!" Fez cheers, sitting down and immediately struggling with the lid.