Alright, enough is enough, audience. You've had your fun, with your

podcasts, and your jazzy leitmotifs, and your hipster oddly-shaped heads.

But you're in Big Bob Patacki's house now, and what Bob says, goes. And Bob

says to kick back in those therapy couches, and observe the feeble struggle

of one football-headed orphan who cares about "feelings" and "morals" and

all that other hippie crap. But mostly pay attention to those fossils he

lives with, cuz they're... they're... well. They're... great. They're just

the best.