Thanks, Diabolik! Fixed it. At 5 in the morning.

Rocky.

You're the sweetest, thanks. I don't know how to sign things on the internet. Plus, my inter-pen won't write over your crudely applied scotch tape.

Thanks, Mr. T.

That's very sweet of you. (I'm one of the WOT snarky weirdos, so I'm taking it as a compliment.) I'll miss trying to come up with jokes about "Last Man Standing" every week, sort of. But seriously, I'll miss it too, but my colleagues and I will have to squeeze our snark into a smaller space. And, hey, check out our…

Just in case you missed it, thanks to your concerns, What's On Tonight will continue to publish at the same time and will not be moved to the mornings. You all are the greatest. Yeah!

Right?

But you get results!

Never change, CC. Or…. no, it's okay. Never change.

I use the tools at hand.

Wait, am I an abused puppy in this metaphor?

I just need your fingerprints on this candlestick.

You got it, Jesus! (Plus—not a lot going on this weekend.)

Daredevil! Nailed it.

Because I'm evil. I thought the commentariat established that long ago.

“They say a man must love his sons more. But a man can be jealous of his sons. And his daughter can always be the light in his life. I know very well that you are with the gods. But I will wait here for a while, and if you want to come and talk to me, then come and talk. And I’ll gently stroke your long and beautiful…

Or is he? (Genuinely wondering—the show's had Floki feint toward betrayal before.)

Oh, I'm the biggest baby.

Right?

I'm the John Henry. Nathan's the mayor presiding over everything. He has sash and everything.