You have the two of them in electric chairs, but only enough charge to send one to a slow painful death. Who do you eliminate?
JarJar far beats out Scrappy. At least Scrappy had some balls.
Never saw The Phantom Menace, so I can’t say anything about Jar Jar. But I know that I hate Scrappy. Oh, I hate that little [insert long string of unfavorably descriptive adjectives here] dog.
Toast the puppy!
I’ll see your Scrappy and Jar-Jar, and raise you a Cousin Oliver.
Scrappy Doo RUINED Scooby Doo! At least I can tolerate a computer-generated special effects personality like Jar Jar simply because he’s a marvel of technology. But Scrappy Doo–why, if he hadn’t shown up, I’d–I’d–why, I’d still hate Scooby Doo, but just not as much.
Scrappy Doo. But first I’d make him wear all five Captain Planet rings so they get melted along with him.
Yech. Cousin Oliver, I must comply.
But if he wasn’t there, and I had to choose between Scrappy and Jar Jar? I’ll go with the George Lucas creation thank you very much, because I know Scooby would be heartbroken and would never speak to me again if I went with Scrappy. (He wouldn’t send me a Winter Solstice card either, I’m sure.) And I don’t think George Lucas would really care either way if I melted Jar Jar Binks. Unless he was paying for the electrocution.
Isn’t this an IMHO?
ok i just gotta say something on this one! between the two, scrappy has to be the worst! jar jar is a close third (second being the captain planet crew). but this little guy ruined the show!! i luv scooby doo, but scrappy ughhhh…
Jar Jar Binks froths at mouth
Jar Jar without a doubt. Scrappy sucked, but at least he was merely a feeble effort of a show on its decline. Jar Jar just oozed action figure, sleeping bag, fruit snack shape, coloring book character, plush doll, Halloween mask, pajamas, talking figurine, T-shirt, lunch box, backpack, etc.
Jar Jar must die.
Jar Jar. Scrappy was an obnoxious twit, given.
But Jar Jar was a crime against humanity. The original Scooby didn’t have as much class as the original Star Wars. Star Wars had afrther to fall and I blame a large protion of that on Jar Jar.
Toast him.
Scrappy must die. The Phantome Menace was still entertaining, despite Jar Jar’s best attempts to imitate an Ewok. But no espisode of Scooby Doo that features Scrappy Doo is tolerable for more than ten seconds.
However, my greatest hope for the next two Star Wars movies: Annakin kills Jar Jar in cold blood, thereby becoming Darth Vader. If he does that, I’m definitely cheering the Emperor from now on.
Ecch. Jar-Jar. Scrappy was just a smartass pup, but Jar-Jar is a horrible, offensive, computer-generated excuse for humorous relief that turned out to be torture in disguise.
We-sa fryin’ Gungans tonight!
I think I’m going to have to go all-in and raise you all a Wesley Crusher.
I’m sorry, but I have no problem with Cousin Oliver. Although I have no love for the sitcom tradition of bringing in a younger kid for the sake of it, in this case, I can waive my objections. The Brady kids were all so perfect and plastic; I liked the balance of a fat little kid with glasses and a funny voice. I didn’t go to school with blond nymphets and curly-headed satyrs, I went to school with fat little kids who had glasses and funny voices.
But by all means, toss Wesley Crusher on the fire.
Didn’t watch ScoobyDoo, hated JarJar, not fond of Wesley, but would commute their sentences in favor of the immediate execution of Olive Oyl!
Jar-Jar, definitly. Kill it! Kill it!
That thing was just creepy…