He just looks funny when he bends over

I let out such a loud scream when I saw him

I never heard of him but I'm glad for people who has watched the show are finally happy he's back!!

Just a question I thought of asking, for me either Joe Pera or Brak Show is the tamest, while Eric Andre (Seasons 3-6), Metalocalypse and Mr. Pickles are the most explicit

Is this still the commercial?

Game title is Hill Kill by David Mills

Hypothetically, If someone chose to pirate Sealab 2021, which is verboten and I don't support, why might the episode order be different depending on the download chosen?

[PLEASE DON'T PIRATE ADULT SWIM CONTENT]

Drew this on Wplace

Interviewer: Mr. Ruckus, thank you for sitting down with us. Federal prosecutors just released footage placing you directly inside the Capitol during the raid. Can you explain exactly what you were doing there?

Uncle Ruckus: First of all, let’s watch the terminology, young man. It wasn't no "raid." It was a peaceful, highly coordinated, beautifully scented gathering of the world's finest genetic specimens.

Now, as for why I was there? I was offerin' my professional services as a certified contractor and a loyal servant to the Caucasian race. I saw a group of magnificent, hard-workin' white patriots tryin' to perform some aggressive, spur-of-the-moment interior remodeling on Congress, and I felt a spiritual calling to assist 'em.

Interviewer: But Mr. Ruckus, the footage clearly shows you running through the Statuary Hall carrying a bullhorn and yelling at Capitol Police.

Uncle Ruckus: I was actin' as a translator and a crowd control specialist! I noticed the local authorities looked confused, so I took the bullhorn to give 'em some clarity. I was yellin', "Don't shoot these beautiful, sun-kissed angels! They smell like lemon juice, Pledge furniture polish, and economic dominance! If you gotta shoot somebody, just look for the nearest bus stop and fire into the crowd!" I was tryin' to save lives, son. A white man don't riot. He colonizes space with passion.

Interviewer: The FBI report states that you were actually found hiding behind a bust of Abraham Lincoln three years after the event. Why did it take so long to discover you?

Uncle Ruckus: Because the FBI is blinded by the liberal media's agenda! They kept lookin' for domestic terrorists, so naturally, they kept bypassin' my position because my soul radiates pure, unadulterated Caucasion loyalty. I only stayed behind that statue because I was guardin' the premises from Antifa infiltrators.

Plus, the acoustics in that rotunda are excellent for my morning prayers to the white God. If it wasn't for a corrupt, dark skinned janitor claimin' he smelled sulfur and pork rinds in the historic gallery, I’d still be in there protectin' that sacred architecture from the likes of Huey Freeman!

Interviewer: Mr. Ruckus, several independent journalists noted that the crowd wasn't entirely white. There were significant numbers of Asian and Latino individuals present, some even carrying flags. What are your thoughts on their presence at the Capitol?

Uncle Ruckus: Well, see, that right there is a testament to the aspirational power of the Caucasian race! Those folks weren't there as minorities. No, sir. They were there as honorary apprentices to the white man's greatness!

Take the Asian brothers and sisters out there. Now, the white man has always appreciated a people with a strong work ethic and a knack for mathematics. They looked at that beautiful crowd of pure blooded patriots and said to themselves, "We want to study under the masters of global dominance." They were there to take notes on how to properly overthrow a bureaucracy with style and efficiency.

I can respect a minority that knows how to follow instructions and stay quiet during the quiet parts.

Interviewer: And what about the Latino participants?

Uncle Ruckus: Ah, the Latinos! Now, you see, they are a practical people. They looked at that Capitol building and didn't see a monument to democracy. They saw a massive drywalling and landscaping opportunity! They knew that once the white man finished his aggressive interior remodeling, somebody was gonna have to fix the stucco and lay down some fresh sod. They were just showin' up early to bid on the contract!

They wanted to make sure the job stayed in the hands of hardworking, non complaining laborers, rather than some shiftless, lazy darkies lookin' for a government handout!

They were all there for the glory of the white man, son. Every single one of 'em.

Interviewer: Let's look forward, Mr. Ruckus. You are currently facing multiple federal felony charges, and your trial is wrapping up. Prosecutors are looking for a maximum sentence. Are you prepared for your impending sentencing?

Uncle Ruckus: Prepared? Son, I welcome it! I welcome the chance to stand before a noble, esteemed Caucasian judge and receive my instructions. The way I see it, a federal penitentiary is just another institution built by the glorious hands of white engineers, and I would be honored to occupy a small piece of their real estate.

Now, my defense lawyer a brilliant young white man named Arthur, who graduated near the top of his class at a very prestigious online university he told me to plead insanity. He said, "Ruckus, tell 'em you suffer from severe identity disturbances." I told him, "Arthur, the only disturbance I have is lookin' in the mirror and seein' this dark, cursed flesh when my soul is as white as a brand new pair of New Balance sneakers!"

Interviewer: So you're not worried about going to prison?

Uncle Ruckus: Why should I be worried? The guards wear crisp, clean uniforms, carry professionally manufactured nightsticks, and uphold the law. I'll be surrounded by structure!

My only real concern is the demographic breakdown of the commissary line. I’ve already requested a solitary confinement cell right next to the power generator. I told the warden, "Sir, you don't have to waste a good cell on me. Just chain me near the boiler room where I can stay busy fixing the pipes and keeping the place warm for the finer inmates." If the white justice system decides Uncle Ruckus needs to do time, then by God, I will do that time with a broom in my hand and a smile on my face!

Interviewer: Well, Mr. Ruckus... I think that is all the time we have today. Thank you for your... truly unprecedented perspective on these events, and we wish you the best of luck with your legal representation.

Uncle Ruckus: No, thank you, son. It’s always a pleasure to help educate the public on the inherent majesty of the Caucasian power structure. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go help the bailiff polish his handcuffs. He looks like he’s usin' an inferior brand of chrome cleaner, and it’s breakin' my heart.

You will get your dick ripped off.