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.

"More for me then!" Fez cheers, sitting down and immediately struggling with the lid.

He pulls out a giant jar of pickled pigs' feet. The room goes silent.

Just as the laughter peaks, the heavy thud of boots echoes from the kitchen above. The basement door flies open again, and there stands .

Donna looks at Eric, who is currently preoccupied with trying to balance a Pez dispenser on his forehead. "I think I’m good, Jackie."

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.