> Pixar is bulletproof, assholes. We can put out any old piece of shit that perfectly examines universal themes of love and friendship and just walk away with record box-office numbers. In fact, I think I’ll have my award-winning design team get cracking on an anthropomorphic piece of shit right now. Yes. Shit. I’m talking actual human feces here, folks. We’ll give it eyes and limbs, and—I don’t know—call it Danny Caca. Brad Bird can make a story about how it got lost on its way to the sewage treatment facility. Its best friends are a used sewage-logged tampon and a hypodermic needle. Then we’ll just sit back and watch the receipts come in.
> Yeah, it’ll have heart and depth, but still, it’s going to be a talking piece of shit. Kids won’t flush for years because of it.
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