Bobsheaux. He's an actual asperger too, like Enter, but he manages to control himself a little better, so he doesn't get shat on.
What I really don't like is how he always picks the lowest fruit for his reviews, such as Cool Cat, literal Barbie movies, some obscure direct-to-DVD shit, and doesn't really do anything funny with it, he's just another poor man's Nostalgia Critic, albeit with relatively good production values.
Another thing is how he bothered to review both Where The Dead Go To Die and When Black Birds Fly and it consisted of him narrating their respectively nonsensical plots and concluding "well, it's shit". What the fuck? These movies weren't made to tell a story, they were meant as surreal experiences. Reciting the plot for something like this is pretty much the worst approach you can go with.