Hey editors, bite my shiny metal ass!
The rabid Futurama fans at the AVC fan base are literally angry with rage that you didn't list Futurama. [Y'all should] pay for every crime, knee-deep in electric slime, you'll suffer 'till the end of time, enduring tortures most of which rhyme, trapped forever here in Robot Hell.

Video might be dangerous. It could blow my speakers out.

I left the crystals off ironically.

I drink mine from the skull of someone who likes mainstream popular music and cinema.

I don't get it. Is "sausage" a metaphor or something? I'm so confused.

I bet there's a movie reference to be made here
Electrolyte-replacement jelly beans are the crowning achievement of modern civilization. It's all downhill from here.

In theory, a hipster is a pompous literati who is too good for anything popular. In practice, on this bulwark of intelligent discourse, a hipster is anyone who doesn't like what the hipstee likes. KotH, for instance, is apparently beloved by hipsters for its arty, pretentious formula of dim-witted rednecks, petty…

The Insecta fall within phylum Arthropoda, you low-born business major. Your claim is scientifically meaningless. Crayfish are distinguished from insects at the subphylum level.

Now is the time to point out that vegetarians eat bugs too. Farmers would need ten times as much pesticide to ensure that vegetarians never had to eat bugs.

My goddamn geography teacher made us watch tDAT and take notes on the climatic variables and told us about how most of the science is valid. It was enough to make me want to buy a V10 pickup and never put anything in the back.

At least one of the rapping monkey dragon vampire robots needs to be a ninja.

There's already a great energy candy
They're called chocolate-covered espresso beans, and they're the best thing that's ever been done with sugar. A fistful of those in a bag of trail mix, and the hills don't seem so steep anymore.

Amateur hour's over, Kif…
You need a video of Zapp Branigan's version.

The Monkey Wrench Gang
Not only is it fucking brilliant, but Ed Abbey's piece de resistance is written in a way that lends itself to adaptation effortlessly. Of course no studio would ever consider it. You know, since part of the joy would be watching Bill O'Reilly's head explode from the anguish right on his show.