Fucking goddammit. I'm in the hospital for a minor procedure, and the whirring of the IV drip is exactly the same tempo as Bobby slapping his stomach with the spatulas. It's all I can hear right now.
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Great upload; the only thing missing was when Bobby was lying in bed at 2:28, there should have been the thought bubble of him drumming "Wipeout" with the spatulas on his stomach and Joe Jack dancing.
My gosh, bobby can pick up his shirt without even reaching down, he just uses his mind. That proves he's come to the ultimate realization that there is no shirt.
"Those were some good times." Smoking weed is more important than your only child's performance in something? Dammit, Hank, get your priorities straight.