The Nostalgia Critic2007

[the Critic finishes his review of the movie and loads it on the Internet]

Nostalgia Critic:
Ho-ho!

Narrator:
...said the Grump, loading his hit.

Nostalgia Critic:
They're finding right now that this movie is sh*t. They're watching right now. I know just what they'll do. Their mouths will hang open for a moment or two, and then, they'll cry "The genius of You-Know-Who." Now those are reactions that I simply must read.

Narrator:
He went to the comments to take a look and see. But the reactions he got didn't seem very sad. If anything, these reactions seemed rather... glad. [he then sees all the positive comments from people who genuinely like the movie] They still loved the movie from beginning to end. There was no one to anger, upset, or offend. He didn't stop the people from liking it. They loved it. Somehow or other, it was still just as beloved. [the Critic puts his hand in his cheek] And the Grump, feeling like he's been horribly conned, sat puzzling and puzzling.

Nostalgia Critic:
WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON? They like mistletoe butt! They like b*obs being harassed! They like seeing a PERVERT KISS A DOG'S ASS!

Narrator:
He puzzled and he puzzled 'til his puzzler was sore. Then the Grump thought of something he hadn't before. Just because he hates something doesn't mean others should. He could share, not force, his opinion like others would. For it's all our different outlooks that makes us people grow and everyone is different like every flake of snow. For different points of view could exist for a reason: to learn about one another and to make each other decent. [the Critic thinks some more, then says:]

Nostalgia Critic:
Nah, I'm right. They're wrong. [gets up and leaves]

Narrator:
Well, f*** you, then!