...Flutter, Flutter RAAAWWWR!, just arriving, so screw it. "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!" shrieks Raoul as is his wont, even though even he must be wearying of this season's title card by this point in the year. "I am not!" Raoul assures me, and really, Raoul? The fluttering and the screaming and the black-and-white and all that? Not getting tiresome in the least? "No! 'Eeeeeeeeeeeee!' say I! 'Eeeeeeeeeeeee!'" Fine. But I give it another week -- tops -- before you start in with your overly elaborate yawning and such. "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Oh, now you're just fucking with me. "Hee!"