This is the tanuki of seething rage. If you find him in your inbox and are reading this now, it is because you've done something awful. Perhaps you were texting during a movie he was watching, or said an awful pun in his presence, or ate the last gummi bear, or maybe you simply exist. It is too late for you, now. No amount of faving or commenting will save you. You will just have to live with the knowledge that, even when you close your eyes or move on to a different picture or quit the internet altogether and move to Tahiti, those firey blue eyes and that disapproving frown will continue to bore their way into your soul like laser beams of extreme dissatisfaction until you are naught but a bubbling puddle of goopy shame.

However, if you've done nothing wrong, then never mind all of the above and enjoy a comically angry Brock!