Earlier today, I was in a bad mood because of a lack of sleep and an upset tummy; both were results of last night’s back-to-back viewings of those bastard movies that George Lucas made to sell Jar-Jar merch. I was ready to ask Derek to take this down, burn it, and send the ashes to Skywalker Ranch, COD.

But then I saw this again and felt better. I mean, it’s just a fucking movie.