Fetch.

I can't help but feel a little sorry for Jerry. His owners are taking him for granted. He wants to play fetch, so they go to the great lengths of creating a robot to ensure they won't be bothered by his desire for love. I bet it's great having a dog as easily amused as Jerry. I have never had a dog that liked playing fetch.

To my first dog, Ralph, fetch meant "wait until I throw the ball, then run as fast as he can in the very general direction that the ball was thrown (like, say, west). Then run back to me. then in a circle in the yard. Then inside. Basically fetch with Ralph meant you got to watch him run aimlessly for about a minute and a half before he ran into the living room to look around and bark at everything he didn't think belonged there, like carpet or shadows. Peewee, the current family dog, will usually actually retrieve the item to be fetched, but then he keeps it. Game over.

Also, Baby tiger woods makes a rare appearance in this video.

-jake

p.s. UPDATE: I went into the tunnels. And yes, there were vampires there. And yes, I killed every last one of the bastards, standing up and screaming the whole time.