Okay, I give up. What am I looking at?

My guess would be that Greg is their food supplier, since he's the only one with, you know, an income. I imagine his son inherited the less-than-healthy eating habits of a perennially broke touring musician.

Man, are they gonna be embarrassed if they ever find out they slapped the equivalent of a space swastika on all their planes.

We call that the Sheltie Convergence.

It's raining men! No, scratch that, it's drizzling adolescent boys. Cancel the Disco Protocol, repeat, cancel Disco Protocol.

He'll find a way! If there's one thing I've learned from cartoons, it's that enormous wealth either stays around forever without visible means of income or just instantly disappears due to one laughably foolish investment.

Based on the promo clip they released, he'll be taking Steven and Greg to Empire City for a wild weekend of luxury hotels and high-stepping musical numbers.

Maybe he's so incompetent that he wrote the contract wrong and gave Greg the ridiculous managerial cut.

Look at that woman's breasts. They are large.

Actually, I want you to believe in the power and redeeming love of Space God, but sure, that's good too.

Be warned: my favorite character is Quark.

I am beginning to have my doubts about this particular ex-sitcom actor's level of intelligence.

The AV Club is the kind of place where people fact-check each other's jokes.

And our headquarters isn't in the center of the Earth!

Not of the protesters, no.

Pretty nice. I did my usual work shift, sent out the second round of queries for my most recent novel, and had a job interview that went well. On the downside, it's hot and my skin likes getting itchy all the time for no reason, constantly triggering post-bedbug paranoia. So that's less fun.

Who in their right mind passes up a perfectly good F?

If she also happens to be a wife, and is in Paris, she automatically wins bestselling-book-title Bingo.

Interesting theme. Obviously I'm going to suggest Hey Arnold!, specifically "Haunted Train," all about how imagination and storytelling can elevate the dull and mundane parts of reality, but can never quite overtake them. Plus, a kickass blues song.

Good boy, have a treat.