Whatever it is; I don't like it.

You're thinking of "The French Mistake".

At this moment, I'm slightly more intimidated by what seems to be a robot monolith in the right hand corner of the header image than the Nazis.

Jesus. Your living room must be fucked!

Watch even the animatronic rat mascot resign from his commission.

"Your moderator sucks cocks in Grey Space!"

"Make Cybotron Great Again!"

That's it: I'm ready for Kinja to take me.

They would OD on synthetic opiods… because they're robots… get it? No?

Do Androids Dream of Electric Cheese?

I feel so sorry for the animatronics. I mean, if you're a twenty year old animatronic rat where are you going to find a job in this economy? I'm worried that in the future we'll be reading a story about one of these robots OD'ing on synthetic opiods.

The Latin for "high million"?

The sour cream company?

Coincidentally, The AV Club is about to drop a giant turd in the form of Kinja.

No, but it is dishwasher-safe.

"Yes, I am Seth Rogan. Just wandering around the streets of Manhattan looking for a lamppost to have sex with, as I do."

Personally, at that age, I was really into quoting Monty Python; so I have no idea.

You should tell them that you are Seth Rogan, and then tell them some embarrassing lie in the hope of turning it into a rumor.

The movie is just going to be called Groan.

Hell. I'm from Maine, and I'll sign off on collard greens.