How the fuck is this even possible? 10-15 episodes in a row, nearly without a boring moment? One masterpiece following the other? And even an episode staring out as if it’s gonna be a orgy og cheesy turning into a tragedy with a happy ending.

This episode actually made me respect Andrew somewhat. He’s still a pathetic sycophant and an hopeless push-over with suspicious connections to Evil, but now my empathy has kicked in, and peppered my contempt with pity and sympathy.

And all the other stuff going on parallel to this — I’m bereft of words.

Conclusion: I need more “Joss Whedon Is My Master Now”-t-shirts.