There's one word that rises to the top in describing this episode: flawless. I could binge-watch all six seasons and find little better. The plot unfolded as easily and appropriately as a 22-minute Hot Fuzz, and the humor waxed excellent—is that a phrase? hell if I know—for being derived from the cast's personalities and histories. Nick Confalone—shut up, spellcheck, that is a real name—has proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that there is no room for Spike among the central cast, and that his friendship with them is secondary to their six-way partnership. Their chemistry and unity is both a work of art and a well-oiled machine, and they work far better without him getting in the way. Guess it's time I finally admitted that there's not a single fucking writer alive who could (or would) ever make him fit in with the group. He is indeed fucking pointless, and should be written out of the show.
Thanks, Nick! Now everyone go tell Lauren what a big fucking mistake it was to reinvent Spike for G4.