And then my 90s-themed PTSD kicked in...

I can't be arsed to make a gif, so have this. Actually, I don't know how to make a gif...

I am so, so very sorry for this. I couldn't stop myself.

Still a lot better than /shouting in Jeuno for an hour.

All that I learned from this is that I really need to get into the hitman business.

I like everything but the Mirkwood Spiders. Blergh, I can't stand spiders, and they look like they've done a pretty great job with them - which guarantees I'll spend most of that sequence freaking out as they scuttle about.

Luckily something good came out of it. NYC enacted their first ever historical preservation statutes in the outcry that followed the demolition.

Possibly the most beautiful structure ever built in NYC, only to be replaced by one of the most soul crushing labyrinths of transit I have ever experienced.

Especially considering how ugly and maze-like and claustrophobic it is now.

The destruction of Penn Station was the the crime of the century.

The original Yankee Stadium (I grew up a few blocks from there), The House that Ruth Built.

Counterpoint!

I told you she was funny.

BOOP.

Did you really have to ask?

Oh sheesh, while I'm at work?! Gosh, I try and avoid this picture due to instant tears.... But what a nice reminder of an amazing person...

For the love of feels.

No Muppets from the land of Gorch. The Mighty Favog is not pleased.