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.