We've all heard the cliché: an underground cult classic with a small, but dedicated fan base. I suppose you can apply that to quite a few television shows. But MST was much more than those few words could describe. It entertained us, but not in the way that, say, "Frasier" does. It wasn't just one of those shows that you watched, laughed a couple of times at, and then moved on with life. It was an emotional release. Seeing such awful movies reminded us of the frustration of the world we live in, with the lack of common sense and respect that there should be. Watching the movies alone would be an angering experience. However, ever-present was the silhouette, giving the movie exactly what we've wanted to give those thoughtless jerks in life; a verbal thrashing. It may not make a difference in the grand scheme of things, but it definitely puts things in their place and makes us feel better. MST understood us, and we could always rely on it to be there, with a new, or almost new episode to comfort us. MST3K was more than a two-hour television show. It was a friend, a friend that you thought you could always depend on.

Sure, we'll always have the episodes on tape. However, it's unsettling to comprehend that we'll never hear from it again. Although we do have the reruns to supposedly keep us placated, there was always the feeling of security we had in knowing that while the reruns were being aired, in a small Minnesota town, quips were being exchanged and life was being breathed into a new episode. Now, the sets are gone and all that remains are the motionless puppets, sitting unceremoniously in some room, never to face the camera again. There will be no new adventures, no new films for MST to expose. We must face the uncomfortable truth: the show is over.

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