I'm still mad.
I will always be mad.
On my deathbed, I will still be mad.
When the seas heat up the world descends into global catastrophe I will still be fucking mad.
In the afterlife, when I get to the gates of Heaven, St. Peter and his angels will ask me "Are you still mad about Ash losing to Alan?" and my answer will be "Yes".
When the race of man is no more and the ruins of Man's cities have crumbled into dust, I will still be mad.
Ancient Alien civilizations will find the smoldering, volcanic corpse of the planet Earth and decode the secrets of our ancient "Internet", and they will find this post and so my eternal anger will be brought forth into the far-flung reaches of space.
When the last tiny flash of heat in the universe dies and all descends into entropy, my hatred will remain.

I'm still so fucking mad I took the time to write this stupid fucking post, and it still doesn't make me even the slightest bit LESS mad.

I fucking hate you TV Tokyo.