I start digging and I start digging and by most people’s calculation they say about six feet’s enough. But I kept thinking and maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t, I was digging to hide the body maybe, I was digging my own shame trying to hide it, don’t have to ever face it again.
My algorithm was bombarded with the grave Ethan dug himself for streaming every second of his life. The clips were definitely spicy and revealing, kept my eyes peeled for the better part of the hours after work for every little exchange aired.
But I gotta give credit where credit is due: Tamara’s an incredible animator. As a kid, I couldn’t help being amused by eerie stop-motion films like Coraline (2009) and Wallace & Gromit, despite the nightmares they gave.
Not ashamed to admit I’d jumped on the H3 Pod Frenemies bandwagon back then, and missed their fat (diss)entitlement.