Kill. Me. Now.

[yendi]

No, on second thought, kill whichever crack-smoking, glue-sniffing, potato-molesting WB executive greenlit this motherfucking horrible idea. No, wait, even better, let the reanimated corpses of Mel Blanc and Chuck Jones (because you know they can't be enjoying the final rest with shit like this going on) kill that executive. Slowly.

OR maybe we should just be thankful that they're finally making those boring old Looney Tunes characters "edgy."