You know when a writer takes something and ruins it for the writers that come after them? So you're watching something totally serious (or funny) and instead you're giggling (or sniffling or cringing) because someone got into that brainspace and peed all over it?

Guys doing pushups, man—inappropriate sex with invisible slayers. So many training montages ruined with so few keyboard strikes thanks to David Fury.

Who and what multiplied your entendres?