I wouldn't piss on this movie if it were on fire.
Doesn't this animator have a fucking original idea in his tiny, mishapen head? I want to peel off his eyelids and make him watch this shit, over and over. And it loops endlessly, too. The artwork here is so hopelessly poor that I'm sure monkeys smearing their own feces on the plate glass that seperates them from zoo patrons looks like a Rembrandt in comparison. I wish that this animation was done on paper so that I could set it on fire and dance around its burning embers naked in the moonlight. Give up Flash animation and go back to smelling your own farts, Strawberry Clock.