I spend months of my precious time designing and building my Destruct-O-Quiz CD-ification Ray cannon. I spend weeks stalking Quizro, mapping his movements, determing the optimal time to unleash the hellish fury of my vengeance upon him. Finally I blast him with my infernal machine just as he's about to inflict another one of his damnable nodes on the world. In a flash, Quizro is finally turned into something that may be of some use to the world -- a copy of America's favorite heavy metal album, Metal Health.

And what do you people give me by way of reward? This oddly moJoe-shaped jar of lemon-flavoured pickles. Last time I do any of you a favor.

Hmm...pickles...

crunch, crunch, crunch...