QUALITY CONTROL spends its second arc breathing life into the rejected - an 'anthology' of loosely deri ative works that  branch from the superficial concepts of "worlds where time, mind, and space come to life."  Much like Cabin in the Woods was a "loving hate letter" to the horror-genre, these stories should be vehicles for tongue-in-cheek embraces of the jarringly generic 

It should be a fun set of self-parodies, tackled head-on by our familiar protagonists... thrown