That anyone considers this guy a reliable narrator in his own life never ceases to confound me. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love Lucas, I just wouldn’t trust me any further than I could regurgitate a television set comfortably.

Not that I want to regurgitate any televisionn of any size for any reason ever. Let’s not… that’s not a thing, okay, let’s not make that into any sort of a thing. It’s one of them metaphorical thingies or whatever, played up for comedic effect. I ain’t eatin’ no TV, a’right? They’re yucky.