Oh, we don't want no figgy pudding, no Sir.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Excuse me. Shampaggin.

Because it was over?

Absolutely none of it, if you strictly define "news" as earthquakes, fires, elections, and so forth.

Sorry. I really don't feel we need any more X-Files. And I was a kid obsessed with it in the 90's.

A six episode "event", ugh. Get your head out of your asses.

Looks like there's another Death Star Trench-style bit, too!

I felt sooper dooper smart because I decoded the "alien" language.

This is a series which had the imagination to build ANOTHER FUCKING DEATH STAR as the plot point of the third film. Sand planets: if it ain't broke then don't fix it. And if it is broken, let's just ignore it.

It's only a few days before my birthday, but I think I'll be in the middle of a week-long black-out drunk.

His fat, ugly, promiscuous mother?

Time to join the Kiss My Ass Club, Bernice. You big slut.

But sweaty in the Summer. Do you switch them out depending on the season?

I'm going for Moob Damon.

I can't believe he didn't call anyone a honky.

Perhaps those cool and unsympathetic minds are the viewers, watching these poor characters living out the horrible fates already planned out against them.

Moob Damon!

Bing!

Is that what happened? I thought he just started eating Molly's unfinished breakfast. Not watching closely enough!