I guess the thing that is most upsetting about political correctness gone mad, is that I always imagined myself getting it on with Velma and now that fantasy has been cruelly ripped away from me by the main stream media, who would far prefer to pander to an LGBTQ+ audience than indulge in my wierd and no longer age or sexuality appropriate fantasies.
I will never buy another Scooby Snack again.
... what do you mean, they were for dogs? That's just crazy talk.
I guess I always imagined them as some kind of wierd sexless religious cult. The Mystery Machine - mystery after mystery where every monster turned out to be the amusement Park owner, whose insurance policy was somehow based on ghost haunting and not on, say, arson.
Thier pet dog talks to them.
This is a shared psychosis, born because deep down they realise that God is not real.
in the last episode - never aired - they die in a multuvan pile up with the cast of Jabberjaw and before the throne of god rip off his mask to reveal a howling existential void.
But first Velma and I get it on.