To hear Don Hertzfeldt's little whatever-the-hell fluffy creations answering that question is one of the highlights of this deliriously campy and unhinged act of brilliant stupidity. For a while all I had seen was Intermission in the 3rd Dimension, where lots of wonderful non-sense ensues when a pair of 3-D glasses become involved. And always, in all three parts when finally seen, it becomes one nice bit shot of collective absurdity, where the little furry things go on and on in talk sometimes, the dialog never matches the lips, and its never unmerited. Hertzfeldt jumps on any goofy idea that seems fit for his little demented world of crude drawings, including rainbows, horses, Satan, lollipops, giant killer robots, giant eyeballs, and direct from Hertzfeldt's Rejected flying ticks. There's nothing that isn't worth laughing hysterically from seeing all of this...unless you have no soul. I kid, but really, this is like a litmus test of crazy 'underground' animation that doesn't go avant garde but really just doesn't take anything, at all, seriously ever. It's charming and shockingly funny, and Hertzfeldt- following this and his (oddly enough) Oscar nominated act of advertising bravado Rejected- will be etched in your mind soon afterwards.