There they go, those daring young snarkers on their flying trapeze.

There they go, those daring young snarkers on their flying trapeze.

There they go, those daring young snarkers on their flying trapeze.

They can take our upvotes, but they can never take our freedom!

They can take our upvotes, but they can never take our freedom!

Here's looking at you, kid.

Here's looking at you, kid.

Have fun storming the castle!

Who do you think this is?

If only Martin could go to the Kinja restaurant, eat all the Kinjas, and then shut down the restaurant.

Come on, Kinja. You got what you wanted. Give these people air!

And I spent all this time making myself immune to iocane powder. For nothing!

The night is dark and full of Kinja.

It is in our house now, brewfan. Remember: Teti and Barsanti. Two birds with one stone.

Never let it be said I contributed nothing to the world at large besides snark.

With the advent of Kinja looming down upon us, I just wanted to express my thanks to the good people of WOT while I still have the chance. Thank you kindly for reading my little summaries, such as they were, and much thanks for all your comments. Interacting with the people here and hearing your views on the news of…

Kinja belongs in a museum!

So this is how the A.V. Club ends. Not with a bang, but with a whedon.

*Byron angrily retweets Wordsworth's home address.*

Mr. Gorbachev, tear down these tweets!