It's your fault this season is so shitty, you fake ass Santa Clause looking, no book finishing, crumbs in your beard having motherf%$#er!

You're fucking awesome, my liege. Good night and wish you the best. Peace to the AVClub. And…as always…go fuck yourselves.

I don't know what sage or poet said it, but I think it sums up all our experiences here at the AVClub:

Since we probably won't see each other again, I wanted you to know that I'm the one that farted earlier.

(oh my god I can't wait to get a …well…not shiny…new lighter)

That's what this 12 foot, 8 headed dog keeps saying. So it's gotta be true if you see him too!

No. His goodbye is well timed. Especially if he's planning on driving anywhere before then.

***smiles sadly***

Hey, AVClub! Go fuck yourselves!

Let's talk about this inside my car.

…are you kicking dirt on the side of a road because you just need a ride?

If I'm being honest with you guys, I was probably going to go back to murdering hitchhikers. I think I was just using the AVClub as a way of not murdering hitchhikers. But the heart wants what the heart wants, I guess.

So you think there'll be time for foreplay, huh? I'm down.

Peace! And, Sben? Remember when I said I'd kill you last? I lied.

Good night, anxie. I'll stop by your house at some point tonight. Just to check on you. Listen to your sleep noises. Nothing scary.

Story of my life.

And the Frey boys were never a pie! People can change, is what I'm trying to say!

Are we going to have an orgy before the end or what?

The real Count Erpoint is in space, fighting an evil army, after setting a record on an arcade game at his trailer park.

Hell, if Lil Wayne drove by Jrue's house he'd get injured. Nice contract though, Pelicans!