urp

That sort of description typically makes me urp; too many critics serve it up every week or two and they cry wolf, or masterwork, or not-to-be-missed too often to be trusted.

And just like every other morning over the past month, Sir Fig Newton inhaled the entire bowl in thirty seconds flat, then followed with a frozen pause and a low rumbling, “Urp.”

I figured that, like every other morning, he would inhale the entire bowl in thirty seconds flat—the one thing in this world he did with speed and precision—followed by a frozen pause and a low, rumbling “Urp.”

Deadline is Monday, Aug. 22; results appear, urp, Sept. 11 in print, Sept. 8 online.

Yes, the glorious gory detail brought to 2160p life will cause the squeamish to urp, but its mighty great looking for connoisseurs of the genre.