You know, after the Golden Age of SNL, there was (and some say still is) a period in which the skits were just BRUTAL! I mean, there were some gems, but mostly, they were , like, 15 minutes past their funny limit.
And watching it was like a slow trainwreck of william shatner clones each having their own soliloquoy on the relatively strengths of Tambourine Man vs King Lear whilst rhapsodizing about the Prime Directive, and how breaking said directive could score one lots of green alien booty; in slow motion, backwards, underwater, while someone is drawing a thin piece of paper across the skin between your fingers to give you a papercut while trying to read you Ayn Rand in Tibetan while you take a bath in lemon juice.
Yeah, that flash movie was like that. Except worse.