A deep, robotic voice boomed:

Meg, from the corner where she was practicing being invisible, whispered, “I have an old iPod Classic.”

“Hello, Griffins. I’m from the Federal Audio Commission. You’ve breached the Visual-Sound Barrier Act of 2007 . By listening to a TV show, you’ve created a ‘Schrödinger’s Sitcom’—the episode both exists and doesn’t exist simultaneously. It’s tearing a hole in the space-time giggity.”

The audio continued, now detailing a scene where Peter and the bear formed a barbershop quartet with the Kool-Aid Man and a depressed ham sandwich. Chris started crying because he couldn’t un-hear the sandwich’s tragic solo about mayonnaise.

From the living room, Chris looked up from his bowl of cereal. “Mom, my online school teacher said if I disconnect one more time, she’s going to ‘send a husky to our house to eat my kneecaps.’”

Suddenly, the front door flew open. A man in a dark suit stood there, holding a pair of headphones.

Stewie marched down, dragging a dismantled Blu-ray player. “Hopeless. The entire digital age is a farce, Lois. One solar flare and humanity’s collective knowledge of ‘Ow, My Balls!’ is wiped from existence. We need physical media. Permanent. Un-erasable.”

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A deep, robotic voice boomed:

Meg, from the corner where she was practicing being invisible, whispered, “I have an old iPod Classic.”

“Hello, Griffins. I’m from the Federal Audio Commission. You’ve breached the Visual-Sound Barrier Act of 2007 . By listening to a TV show, you’ve created a ‘Schrödinger’s Sitcom’—the episode both exists and doesn’t exist simultaneously. It’s tearing a hole in the space-time giggity.”

The audio continued, now detailing a scene where Peter and the bear formed a barbershop quartet with the Kool-Aid Man and a depressed ham sandwich. Chris started crying because he couldn’t un-hear the sandwich’s tragic solo about mayonnaise.

From the living room, Chris looked up from his bowl of cereal. “Mom, my online school teacher said if I disconnect one more time, she’s going to ‘send a husky to our house to eat my kneecaps.’”

Suddenly, the front door flew open. A man in a dark suit stood there, holding a pair of headphones.

Stewie marched down, dragging a dismantled Blu-ray player. “Hopeless. The entire digital age is a farce, Lois. One solar flare and humanity’s collective knowledge of ‘Ow, My Balls!’ is wiped from existence. We need physical media. Permanent. Un-erasable.”