I am writing this revieweth in desires yond all of thee shall cometh to appreciateth this absolute mast'rpiece known as “shitcom”.

nay spoileth'rs shalt beest did include!
edit: 'twill beest did include, s'rry.

the st'ry itself is quite simple, but what maketh t quite quaint is it’s simplicity. It’s a representation of what true loveth is, romeo and juliet did get nothing on this. It’s the st'ry of a date, gone h'rribly right. The st'ry of a true loveth, forsooth. Nay, those gents didn’t wend has't amorous rite yond night, those gents didst something bett'r. I cannot bid thee what t is f'r t shalt spoileth this beauty. Actually, haply i shall! it’s a st'ry in which a sir and mistress p'rf'rm the act of throwing up their owneth droppings. A signeth of true loveth, forsooth. Despite being only a minute longeth, t captivates this unf'rgettable moment so p'rfectly yond t is, well, unf'rgettable! the entire minute is a journey, a journey of near-heartbreak, a alas ton of tension being hath built up, all f'r the p'rfect ending. An ending so gl'rious yond t puts all oth'rs to shame!

Aft'r analysing t f'r years, ev'ry frameth, ev'ry millisecond, aft'r ev'ry single movement a charact'r maketh. I has't cometh to a single conclusion. ‘shitcom’ can, and shall beest did solve! it’s deep'r meanings shall beest uncov'red! but at which hour, mr. ‘pathless’, shall this complex st'ry beest truly und'rstood? up until the endeth of timeth, i bid thee!

it’ll breaketh the laws of univ'rse! fordid the v'ry existence of gravity! our und'rstandings shall beest alt'r'd. It’s capable of destroying our v'ry univ'rse, timeth, space, matt'r, anti-matt'r, black holes! and haply, haply then, haply and only haply, somehow, we’ll beest able to comprehend its true meaning!

It’s truly something, to sayeth the least. T may something yond we’ll nev'r und'rstand. But yond is f'r our ancest'rs to decideth. The univ'rse is big enow f'r us to expl're. Not as much as ‘shitcom’, but it’s something. Right, we has't a univ'rse to expl're. Haply, breaking the laws of the univ'rse to finally und'rstand this st'ry is a stretcheth. We shouldst continueth looking ahead, instead of attempting to learneth the unlearnable. But that’s just what i believeth is right.

Of course, of course. But haply it’s w'rth t? ev'r though about yond? very much? is our v'ry existence w'rth this one piece of inf'rmation? aye. ‘shitcom’ is divine, magnificent. Actually, these art insults to ‘shitcom’, we wilt und'rstand t! it’s our only way of salvation! it’s the way of life! it’s our only way to reacheth the future, to und'rstand the past, to gain true knowledge! alas school, alas life. Nay pointeth in any of t if 't be true we don’t knoweth the true meanings behind ‘shitcom’. Life is meaningless without t! what’s a life without ‘shitcom’? ruthless! unf'rgiving! we cannot alloweth ourselves beest t'rtur'd in an existence without ‘shitcom’!