We may be hooked. We MAY be HOOKED. Which is weird, because a) it's still, in the best way possible, excruciating to watch, and b) the comic contrivances are starting to annoy us. Like, dude, just flush stuff in the toilet if you don't want people to see it. Don't feed it to the birds!
More importantly: we don't know how much longer we can see Kurtwood Smith tortured like this. First his goose gets peed on, and then his concussion, and his painting goes up in flames, and yesterday his birds get killed. Seriously, the man hasn't broken our heart this much since Dead Poets Society. (He looks just like our DAD!)
