Time for crab.
Stop me if you've heard this one before.
God, grant me the production values of a mediocre mobige adaptation.
In which we run out of batteries 10 minutes in.
Ah, April. When the weather can't decide if it wants to be hot or cold, seasonal allergies are in full swing, and the bugs begin to awaken from their winter naps and return to their usual business of annoying the living crap out of everything that doesn't eat them. But before that, it's time to look back on the last three months of anime and shame you for not being a fucking nerd who watches literally everything.
In which we reschedule to have plenty of time to talk then have to speed through things anyway.
The cycle of inspiration is now complete.
Our energy is also gone into the ether.
The mask goes over your nose.