Die, foul vermin, die!
May your blood boil, may your skin peel off, may your bones turn to jelly.
Leave my precious childhood cartoon memories alone.
Bastards.
I am a Renaissance Man!
They are turning him into an evil-looking, child-frightening, abomination!
Posted by: Karl | Monday, 21 February 2005 at 01:51 PM
I read on another blog (forgot which, but it is one of the blogs linked on the left) that the dude at WB were probably drinking New Coke when they hatched this plot.
Posted by: Gullyborg | Monday, 21 February 2005 at 04:03 PM