Animuz

I normally keep my weeaboo-ness to myself and away from normal childrens, but I've gotta say...

Death Note...

Holy shit. Somehow, you made me appreciate ten episodes of horrible, fetid crap that could scarcely be called filler by melting my face off with a lethal injection of liquid win.

The only way this series could end better would be if L's cause of death is written to be that he develops diabetes and there's a cut scene to Wilfred Brimley (the "MY NAME IS WILFRED BRIMLEY, AND I HAVE DIABEETUS" dude) kneeling down next to his corpse crying, before he abruptly stops and spots L's delicious yumyums from the corner of his eye and chooses to indulge.

The ensuing sugar rage causes Wilfred to punch Yagami square in the balls and denounce his faggotry before foaming at the mouth and dying, loosening his bowels all over Yagami's death note.

Chances are Yagami would lick it clean, but I'll try not to get too far into b-tard mode this early in the day.