Well, if you insist.

You need to learn to let things go. Like your limbs, for instance.

I'm glad to see you too, Sheltie.

Let's see, that's 10 points off for the pun, 50 for an utterly baffling attempt to transcribe laughter, so that's… oh that's right, I don't keep score, I just throw people into booby traps. Have fun!

Much like this guess! Incorrect!

I hereby dedicate this running gag to the memory of Hippo Potty Mouth. He shall be missed. Unless he comes back, of course.

I see you're already building your backstory for your inevitable transformation into Captain Obvious. Incorrect!

RIDDLE ME THIS, AV CLUB!

Stay out of my territory.

Oh, for God's sake, they're making me a CSI? That's it, back to the Multiverse Machine. One of these universes has got to provide me with some dignity.

Surprise!

Good times, good times.

I never left! I just post under my usual handle: The Space Pope! And for the record, my younger self being recast as a forensic scientist is stupid, lazy, and emblematic of this show's sad inability to be anything more than a vaguely Batman-themed procedural.

Leave this to the professionals, kid.

You could say that. But I wouldn't advise it.

Don't quit your day job.

Don't quit your day job.

Are you suggesting I would steal the Weather Wizard's equipment and create an immense meteorological disaster in the shape of my favorite punctuation mark just to liven up a dull weekend?

Are you suggesting I would steal the Weather Wizard's equipment and create an immense meteorological disaster in the shape of my favorite punctuation mark just to liven up a dull weekend?

ADIOS, AV CLUB!