Billy: Awesome! We're gonna watch TV?
Grim: This is not a television remote. It's a universal remote control.
Billy: Whoa! That's great! We'll take that unicorn remote and whack my sister's teacher on the head, and then she'll go un-subconscious and faded a new level, head for the border and hide out in Belgium. So we steal this truck and drive all night like two escaped converts on the lam. And then when we get to Bolivia, we begin a new life, and we start a flying mackerel farm. Bawk-gawk, bawk-gawk!