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Once upon a time, there was a Western TV series called The Magnificent Seven, with which I've managed to get well and truly obsessed, despite the fact that it only lasted two short seasons and I never saw it at the time. (It's all his fault, basically. I'm terribly predictable.) And I'm so glad I've finally managed to acquire DVDs, because one particular moment is just as good as I was hoping it would be: how can I not adore a show where my favorite character strips down in the middle of a saloon and then wanders down Main Street wearing a hat, boots, and a tablecloth? Now that's dedicated fanservice. Mmmm, Ezra. Excuse me while I go watch this scene a few more times...or a few dozen...