Andy, the alien snuggler. It's got a certain international sex appeal, a certain Bond quality, but is at once very different. I think the problem is that, whenever I imagine Andy's life in an exotic locale, I always see it from a hidden camera positioned just behind the head of a three-foot inflatable emperor penguin. He's our POV, the witness to Andy's secret foreign rendezvouses (!). Of course, in my head, the penguin turns from side to side to follow Andy throughout his flat. It's sort of creepy in that regard.

I'm going to say that Brian is Not Stinky, because I love to support an underdog. This is despite the fact that Brian reeks like a fine, gross cheese. Whatever that means.

Happy birfday to Marty.