Quote of the moment:
These are like the X-Files, but with fewer UFOs, and more discussion of the government suppression of the Electric Pornograph.
Hotdogs, hot dogs, hotdogs, hot dogs, hotdogs... in your dreams, in every mirror, lurking behind every corner, on every painting, every billboard, every tree, leaf, and flower. Hotdogs, hot dogs, hotdogs, hot dogs, hotdogs... they watch you, they surround you, they know every molecule of your being, and they are you, as much as you are them.
Hotdogs.
Hot. Dogs.