Naturally we must keep watching rehashes of “Pygmalion” until we get one starring actual pigs.

Allow me to fire up the Ignatiy Vishnevetsky beacon.

At this rate, we’ll never get to see Candyman and the Ice Cream Man team up to vanquish The Dentist.

The only “Beeman” we need is a spin-off of “The Americans”.

Don’t sell the kids for food!

It’s “Herman’s Head”, but with more serial killing.

Even so, he’s remaining on as executive producer,  which is pretty much him getting away with it.

“Hey Ray, do you ever wear a shirt that says ‘Undercover’?”

Obviously since they’ve been to space and all, this time they’ll have to shrink down to microscopic size and race tiny cars through the vessels of a human body.

There, there. You always have Faygo.

That’ll be District 7, because 7 ate 9.

These districts go to eleven.

Exclusive club. I can hardly wait to join!

Speaking of callbacks to things Gunn’s produced, “Squad” recalls “Slither” in more than a few ways, especially the denouement where the survivors have to find a path through a maze of corpses formerly in thrall of an alien parasite.

Hear me roar.

Might have to settle for Burt Ward.

Then it’s used condoms for everyone!

Maybe a Spoiler Special would be in order.

Don’t Breathe 2: Breathe Harder

The real question, of course, is who will play Toobin on “American Crime Story: Zoom Call Masturbation”?