You're a genius. Motherfucking genius.

That would be amazing.

I'm not crying now, but I suspect in the very near future, after I've dwelt on this and absorbed its horror some more, I will absolutely lose my shit.

I could never get the eyeliner right.

The suit has to be fantastic. They're filling it with the acting equivalent of 200 pounds of sand.

Good luck replacing Andre the Giant. Good. Luck.

The only thing I could think during this scene was, "Ship, you have redeemed yourself."

Oh. You win

Video won't work for me. The amount of sadness this causes is incalculable.

Video won't work for me. The amount of sadness this causes is incalculable.

Gunner's fate has been decided. He is the vest. The vest is him. It's a scritchless future...

It reminds me of something we'd see on Spartacus. Which is magnificent.

Who else is doing a personal inventory?

Do you know how many people dedicate their lives to searching for Sasquatch? You are in demand, friend.

Gunner will sacrifice much, being a career-focused dog. "No. I can't let you scratch my ears, nor will I chase your frisbee. I'm working."

Gunner burns all the bad things from my heart.

I can't. It's like looking into the face of the sun. IT'S SO BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL.

Well. I'll never sleep again.

the tail of two fish

Someone needs to make a short about Pedro.