The Monaco arc made me rage so god damn much. False poison? What. The. Fuck-a-doodle-doo. The red haze of rage clouded my sight so much that a blood vessel popped into my brain and I died.
The ever-increasing ridiculous in the following episodes didn't help much. In retrospect, the whole Cannabis bread thing should have been amusing. Instead it was just painful because of ice-picks of hate striking the back of my head every five seconds.