On second thought. It was. Last night, Kari and I began watching the first episode of Urahara. After a few minutes of dialog that went from odd, to completely incoherent, there began an invasion of aliens. Why? Because. I think the invasion was supposed to give the show an actual story. It failed. Did I mention the animation? It was the first time I've ever seen anyone try to steal the animation of Yellow Submarine, and do it poorly. Psychadelic? I think the production studio should just bypass drug testing and go directly to rehab. Psychological counseling. Committal to an asylum. Their sanity points have reached zero and even Cthulu is retching in R'Lyeh. With incoherent dialog from characters that looked like a drug-addled five year old drew them, and an alien invasion of flying mushrooms that creepily resembled an early character model for an incredibly questionable hentai video, at that point a bizarre giant baby bottle fell from the sky with another character banned from Yellow Submarine for being odd and her talking fried shrimp appeared. *Her *Talking*Fried*Shrimp*. At this point Kari began hitting me in the head, yelling, "Turn this garbage off!". It made me cry. Mostly because the concussion didn't make the show any better. The only thing I could say was, "Hit me again, I can still hear it". Conclusion: I don't think there is enough scotch in this world that would make me try to ever play that show again.