All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
Good Evening. Tonight's story is a tale of terror so shocking we can only show it to you after the children have all gone to bed. Our story begins with a young woman out for a drive...
"No! I tell you no! I won't have you bringing some young girl in for supper! By candlelight, I suppose, in the cheap, erotic fashion of young men with cheap, erotic minds!"
"Sole survivor of the titanic pile-up of '95, only two-time winner of the Transcontinental Road Race... Frankenstein! Ripped up, wiped out, battered, shattered, creamed, and reamed... a dancer on the brink of death..."
"Too many shadows, whispering voices
Faces on posters, too many choices
If, when, why, what?
How much have you got?
Have you got it, do you get it, if so, how often?
And which do you choose, a hard or soft option?"
Attention all passengers for Starchild flight 9000 from Milwaukee to Infinitum. This flight has been delayed 2 hours due to inclement weather on Europa but please enjoy this bluegrass rendition of Richard Strauss' Thus Spake Zarathustra and a complimentary cocktail.
Panic will be allowed between the hours of 3 and 4 pm with a bit of the old Ludwig Van. All droogs and zaphods must have the proper documentation and requisite signatures before commencing ultra-violence. Synchronize digital wrist watches and towel snapping now.
"I'm scared, Fif. It's that rat circus out there, I'm beginning to enjoy it. Look, any longer out on that road and I'm one of them, a terminal psychotic, except that I've got this bronze badge that says that I'm one of the good guys."
"Sorry. Uh, sorry. I, I, I got a little agitated. The thought of, uh, escape had crossed my mind, and then suddenly - suddenly - suddenly I felt like bending the bars back, and ripping out the window frames and eating them - yes, *eating* them! Leaping, leaping, leaping! Colonics for everyone! All right! You dumbasses. I'm a mental patient. I'm *supposed* to act out! Wait'll you morons find out who I am! My father's gonna be really upset, and when my father gets upset, the ground SHAKES!"
As I told you, it would be absolutely, totally, and in all other ways inconceivable. No one in Guilder knows what we've done, and no one in Florin could have gotten here so fast. - Out of curiosity, why do you ask?
No reason. It's only... I just happened to look behind us and something is there.
What? Probably some local fisherman, out for a pleasure cruise, at night... in... eel-infested waters... "
"Am I wrong? Am I wrong? This is a league game. This determines who enters the next round robin! We play Quintana and O'Brien next week. They should be pushovers."
"S-Mart's top of the line. You can find this in the sporting goods department. That's right, this sweet baby was made in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Shop smart, shop S-MART!"