Watch it again? Why would I want to watch it again, Teletubbies?

If there's one thing that the Teletubbies taught me, it's that watching a video clip which was shit in the first place AGAIN, immediately after the first screening, isn't much fun. Admittedly the entire program was a load of fucking bollocks, but this was the part of the onslaught that perplexed me the most. And it baffled me a bit as well, I don't mind saying. If you're unsure what part of the show I'm banging on about, here is a reconstruction:
"Oh, fucking hell, my television stomach is showing a video clip."
"What seriously?"
"Yeah, look."
(They look)
"Looks like a video of some school kids going through a car-wash for busses or something like that."
"Oh right."
"I wonder why?"
"Not sure."
(They watch it)
"Oh, oh it's finished."
(There is a silence)
"Shall we watch it again?"
".....Yeah alright."
What a load of shit! If these people think that this is the way to have a good time, they have led very sheltered lives indeed. I wonder what would happen if I introduced them to alcohol or something.
"Alright guys? Po, fuck off for a minute, I'm talking to the grown-ups."
(Po fucks off)
"Now guys I couldn't help but observe that you keep on watching the same stomach-based video clip twice in a row. With barely even a few seconds interval, at that."
"Yes."
"Well, what's that all about?"
"Urm. Not sure to be honest. Hadn't really thought about it."
"Well I'm telling you, you're wasting your time. If you wanted to watch something why wouldn't you go to the cinema and see a good film involving Brad Pitt or somebody instead of hanging around waiting for one of your grotesque stomachs to broadcast a mundane piece of shit which could probably pass for weird art in the Tate Modern?"
(There is a hubbub of discussion)
"Well, anyway, never mind that for now. I got you guys a present coz I felt so fucking sorry for you. It's called Gin."
From this point on, the Teletubbies get roaringly pissed on the hellish clear liquid that is Gin, and they have a right fucking good time.
"I tell you what Tinky-Winky, mate, I fucking love you mate."
"Dipsy, you're such a legend, you are. Cor fucking hell, La-La's so fit."
"Mate she's well out of your league!"
"I don't even care, she's so fucking hot, I may as well have a go."
And thus, Tinky-Winky watches Dipsy and La-La make out horrifically, and he stays at the iPod and makes a temporary playlist or something. Po can fuck right off.