No, you're not wrong, Walter, you're just an asshole.

Hey, this is the Iron Man of the Classic Horror Cinematic Universe. I'm sure we'll also meet Victor Frankenstein and… uh… Samuel L. Wolfman.

Looks more like The Crummy, amirite?

Really? Looks more spotty to me.

I didn't say I did it particularly efficiently.

I generally reserve it to clean the grout around my household, so yes, I as well have something better to do on Saturday night.

WHY DOESN'T ANYBODY LIKE ME?! I'M A PERFECTLY PLEASANT PERSON!

Why pay money for someone when you've got a commentariat willing to do it for the very cheap cost of a few withering put-downs? Those don't show up on a balance sheet.

Arthur Brown?

You're really sticking your neck out on this one.

This is one of those things that seems to come out of nowhere in plain sight. He didn't seem particularly suicidal, and then you go to the songs:

ie. the reason why tone-deaf, total disaster ads like these are not an accident.

It's a scarebear!

That depends. Which Enterprise, and which Death Star?

Kid stuff. Ghost pepper or GTFO.

Throw your hands in the air
And wave them like you just don't care

Oh, so now you're saying that they're redundant; that they repeat themselves; that they say the same things over and over.

When Ned addresses the camera, we’re really just hearing his inner monologue, albeit the most sophisticated one ever held by a canine.

But who will play Titanium Man? And will the Crimson Dynamo come along for the ride?

Jordan probably called up somebody who had been through a similar experience and said, "Hey, I'm about to go from directing a microbudgeted, very personal project to a super high-profile, massively expensive, pre-existing sci-fi property. What do you think?" And David Lynch said, "GET OUT"