I make this thread a lot. Let's discuss the greatest cartoon of the past decade and count down the next few months until season five starts.
<i>On your metal wings, astride.
With your glistening extra parts, you glide.
It's just you and I up here.
Santa got it wrong with his eight reindeer.
I'm butter-gliding.
No more hiding things that are wonderful.
I'm butter-crying to be heard over petty jealousy.
Let's make love, butter-glider. Let's find a way to grind.
And all our hot butter babies will fly to the moon.</i>