This one was in the style of an animated kids show. And it was about the eponymous “EskimoMan”. (I’m not outwardly racist. My dreams? Might be.)
So obviously he supposedly lives on the arctic. The first episode was apparently about all of EskimoMan’s friends rejoicing because there’s finally something to eat. The camera pans down to reveal a mostly empty bucket of ice cream, in which most of the contents have been taken save for a few stripes of chocolate clinging to the walls of the container (possibly inspired by scooped out end products of the milkshake process at work?). All the friends are rejoicing/singing/dancing while EskimoMan, mouth agape, looks around in disbelief at his idiot friends.
This is immediately followed by an epilogue preview, featuring a screen of him standing on a pile of bodies as a narrator declares, “Next week, EskimoMan resorts to cannibalism.”
I can’t make this stuff up. I … just can’t. But I woke up laughing hysterically into my pillow. Zach was up already, but I don’t know if he heard the noises I was making. I struggled to stay quiet for so long that I fell asleep again and missed my ochem quiz.