Not so much furious as disgusted on an existential level.

Not so much furious as disgusted on an existential level.

I have nothing clever to say about it that slogan, so I'll just put forth that it is fucking abominable and it actually made me feel vaguely ill. I mean, Jesus Christ.

I have nothing clever to say about it that slogan, so I'll just put forth that it is fucking abominable and it actually made me feel vaguely ill. I mean, Jesus Christ.

You must not have a particularly stretchy imagination. I'm crushless, and she's scorchio.

You must not have a particularly stretchy imagination. I'm crushless, and she's scorchio.

"Good times", when the times being referred to were not, in fact, good.

"Good times", when the times being referred to were not, in fact, good.

Pfft, Larry H. Lawyer, Jr. is a funnier character than Lionel Hutz any day of the week. I mean, he's a lawyer, and his surname is Lawyer. You can't make that stuff up.

Pfft, Larry H. Lawyer, Jr. is a funnier character than Lionel Hutz any day of the week. I mean, he's a lawyer, and his surname is Lawyer. You can't make that stuff up.

'Bemused' and 'opaque'.

'Bemused' and 'opaque'.

Those are all silly.

Those are all silly.

Jack goes home and finds an eyepatched Samuel L. Jackson waiting in his living room.

And furthermore, the final shot of Regina suggested that Rumple's magic cloud is going to restore her powers. If he's looking for revenge, it might have been an idea to shoot her in the face before turning her back into a nigh-unstoppable demigoddess.

But the protagonist, who is also the audience stand-in, is a 21st century internet depressive herself, so the show is attempting to appeal to us cynical assholes as well as true believers. It's also set mostly in the real world, and tries to include a lot of gritty, non-fantastical stuff, as well as going to great…

You did the right thing, except you should have said "well" instead of "whelp" because "whelp" is stupid.

People are idiots, Leslie.

I love you, Dr. Zaius!