Season Two shushed it. "Don't let Season Four hear you say that."
The later seasons—Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen—were ghosts. They had seen everything. They had been praised, cancelled, revived, hated, loved, and parodied. They had outlived their rivals. They had watched The Simpsons grow arthritic and South Park grow righteous. They were simply there , a digital river flowing endlessly, each episode a drop of water indistinguishable from the last. family guy seasons
And then, one night, a young man named Leo pulled the box set from his father’s dusty shelf. He had never seen Family Guy . He was fifteen. He put in Season Four. Season Two shushed it
"Good luck," groaned Season Eight.