It's kind of not even funny — in fact, this scene sort of makes my stomach sick, like the kind of sick feeling you get after punching in "evil clowns" on Google images; or after eating subpar fried chicken from a grocery store; or after filing up a huge gas tank and liking and then not liking and then liking again the smell of the fumes; or after watching a "Mork & Mindy" marathon; or after playing "Looney Tunes" on Nintendo for three hours straight. Seems like a good idea. Looks like a fun idea. Sounds like a cool idea. Ends up being the equivalent of a razor-blade and nose hair sandwich.
