I would be lying if I said I wasn’t having a good time. The jokes come fast and furious, with its characters very self-aware how ludicrous The Cal Zone and its inhabitant’s routines are. The last two chapters have the writers flick the cap off the water bottle holding all semblance of a formulated, cohesive story and sumo clap the water out with Herculean strength, letting the creative fists fly, with the twists and turns putting Spanish soap operas to shame. I had to pick myself off my desk from laughing at how absolutely absurd it had become.