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Roll up, all, to see who we have in this little world of DVD, sheltered from the rest of the SR...
I see two natives here. They seem to be having an argument over something..Lets see if we can listen in...
Vottanator : Heat's brilliant script and excellently cast main actors make it the best film ever you yokel.
Stryke : Ugh. Dogma - Good. Heat - Baaaaaad.
Hm. These two seem to be at seperate evolution levels. Fascinating.
Let's observe closer.
Vottantor : Desist! You thug, before I shoot you with my semi-automatic!
Stryke : Ugh. Dogma good. Heat Baaad. Me have big club.
This seems to be some sort of tribal battle. Oh, look, there seems to, be a third party approaching.
Misterhappy : MAAAAAAALLLLLRAAAAATTTS!
A primitive battle-cry, but effective. Remember, these people have not been seen for millenia. They have evolved certain rituals. Let's move on....
Ah, here we have a sort of dance. look, the two opposing parties have got distinct crys.
FEEDER! FEEDER! FEEDER!
RADIOHEAD! RADIOHEAD! RADIOHEAD!
Fascinating. It seems to be a primitive form of a 'forum, or debate'. Naturally, they are not as advanced as us, and will no doubt settle this by violence. Look, he approaches again.
Misterhappy : MAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLRAAAAAAAATTTTTS!
It seems to be a regular event. Let's crack on, shall we? Ah, here is the tribe chief. He seems to be hoarding a strange form of dish. They have ' Pulp Fiction ' enscribed on them.
Turbonutter : He he he. All mine! ALLLLL MIINE!
Misterhappy: MAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLRAAAAAAAAATTTTTTS!
Thatís getting a bit annoying now. Will someone please dispose of that thing?
( Misterhappy is carried away gently by men in white coats, still yelling)
As we journey through DVD, take a moment, please, to contemplate what this meaÖ Hello, what have we here? A shrine, it seems.
Goatboy : Who are you? Do you like Wings?
Amazing. This primitive seems to have mastered the art of flyingÖ
Goatboy : No, you damn dirty hippy. Wings Hauser!
Sorry? We donít know this God of yours.
Goatboy : Wings? Our God? Donít be silly!
Phew, that would have been strange.
Goatboy : Our God is Bill Hicks.
This is getting stranger by the minute. Letís get out of here!
( Several days later, the commentator and his entire crew were found sacrificed to Bill Hicks. The culprits were never found, and DVD was bulldozed to make way for Man Utdís new stadium ñ New Trafford. )
I see two natives here. They seem to be having an argument over something..Lets see if we can listen in...
Vottanator : Heat's brilliant script and excellently cast main actors make it the best film ever you yokel.
Stryke : Ugh. Dogma - Good. Heat - Baaaaaad.
Hm. These two seem to be at seperate evolution levels. Fascinating.
Let's observe closer.
Vottantor : Desist! You thug, before I shoot you with my semi-automatic!
Stryke : Ugh. Dogma good. Heat Baaad. Me have big club.
This seems to be some sort of tribal battle. Oh, look, there seems to, be a third party approaching.
Misterhappy : MAAAAAAALLLLLRAAAAATTTS!
A primitive battle-cry, but effective. Remember, these people have not been seen for millenia. They have evolved certain rituals. Let's move on....
Ah, here we have a sort of dance. look, the two opposing parties have got distinct crys.
FEEDER! FEEDER! FEEDER!
RADIOHEAD! RADIOHEAD! RADIOHEAD!
Fascinating. It seems to be a primitive form of a 'forum, or debate'. Naturally, they are not as advanced as us, and will no doubt settle this by violence. Look, he approaches again.
Misterhappy : MAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLRAAAAAAAATTTTTS!
It seems to be a regular event. Let's crack on, shall we? Ah, here is the tribe chief. He seems to be hoarding a strange form of dish. They have ' Pulp Fiction ' enscribed on them.
Turbonutter : He he he. All mine! ALLLLL MIINE!
Misterhappy: MAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLRAAAAAAAAATTTTTTS!
Thatís getting a bit annoying now. Will someone please dispose of that thing?
( Misterhappy is carried away gently by men in white coats, still yelling)
As we journey through DVD, take a moment, please, to contemplate what this meaÖ Hello, what have we here? A shrine, it seems.
Goatboy : Who are you? Do you like Wings?
Amazing. This primitive seems to have mastered the art of flyingÖ
Goatboy : No, you damn dirty hippy. Wings Hauser!
Sorry? We donít know this God of yours.
Goatboy : Wings? Our God? Donít be silly!
Phew, that would have been strange.
Goatboy : Our God is Bill Hicks.
This is getting stranger by the minute. Letís get out of here!
( Several days later, the commentator and his entire crew were found sacrificed to Bill Hicks. The culprits were never found, and DVD was bulldozed to make way for Man Utdís new stadium ñ New Trafford. )
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Roll up, all, to see who we have in this little world of DVD, sheltered from the rest of the SR...
I see two natives here. They seem to be having an argument over something..Lets see if we can listen in...
Vottanator : Heat's brilliant script and excellently cast main actors make it the best film ever you yokel.
Stryke : Ugh. Dogma - Good. Heat - Baaaaaad.
Hm. These two seem to be at seperate evolution levels. Fascinating.
Let's observe closer.
Vottantor : Desist! You thug, before I shoot you with my semi-automatic!
Stryke : Ugh. Dogma good. Heat Baaad. Me have big club.
This seems to be some sort of tribal battle. Oh, look, there seems to, be a third party approaching.
Misterhappy : MAAAAAAALLLLLRAAAAATTTS!
A primitive battle-cry, but effective. Remember, these people have not been seen for millenia. They have evolved certain rituals. Let's move on....
Ah, here we have a sort of dance. look, the two opposing parties have got distinct crys.
FEEDER! FEEDER! FEEDER!
RADIOHEAD! RADIOHEAD! RADIOHEAD!
Fascinating. It seems to be a primitive form of a 'forum, or debate'. Naturally, they are not as advanced as us, and will no doubt settle this by violence. Look, he approaches again.
Misterhappy : MAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLRAAAAAAAATTTTTS!
It seems to be a regular event. Let's crack on, shall we? Ah, here is the tribe chief. He seems to be hoarding a strange form of dish. They have ' Pulp Fiction ' enscribed on them.
Turbonutter : He he he. All mine! ALLLLL MIINE!
Misterhappy: MAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLRAAAAAAAAATTTTTTS!
Thatís getting a bit annoying now. Will someone please dispose of that thing?
( Misterhappy is carried away gently by men in white coats, still yelling)
As we journey through DVD, take a moment, please, to contemplate what this meaÖ Hello, what have we here? A shrine, it seems.
Goatboy : Who are you? Do you like Wings?
Amazing. This primitive seems to have mastered the art of flyingÖ
Goatboy : No, you damn dirty hippy. Wings Hauser!
Sorry? We donít know this God of yours.
Goatboy : Wings? Our God? Donít be silly!
Phew, that would have been strange.
Goatboy : Our God is Bill Hicks.
This is getting stranger by the minute. Letís get out of here!
( Several days later, the commentator and his entire crew were found sacrificed to Bill Hicks. The culprits were never found, and DVD was bulldozed to make way for Man Utdís new stadium ñ New Trafford. )
I see two natives here. They seem to be having an argument over something..Lets see if we can listen in...
Vottanator : Heat's brilliant script and excellently cast main actors make it the best film ever you yokel.
Stryke : Ugh. Dogma - Good. Heat - Baaaaaad.
Hm. These two seem to be at seperate evolution levels. Fascinating.
Let's observe closer.
Vottantor : Desist! You thug, before I shoot you with my semi-automatic!
Stryke : Ugh. Dogma good. Heat Baaad. Me have big club.
This seems to be some sort of tribal battle. Oh, look, there seems to, be a third party approaching.
Misterhappy : MAAAAAAALLLLLRAAAAATTTS!
A primitive battle-cry, but effective. Remember, these people have not been seen for millenia. They have evolved certain rituals. Let's move on....
Ah, here we have a sort of dance. look, the two opposing parties have got distinct crys.
FEEDER! FEEDER! FEEDER!
RADIOHEAD! RADIOHEAD! RADIOHEAD!
Fascinating. It seems to be a primitive form of a 'forum, or debate'. Naturally, they are not as advanced as us, and will no doubt settle this by violence. Look, he approaches again.
Misterhappy : MAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLRAAAAAAAATTTTTS!
It seems to be a regular event. Let's crack on, shall we? Ah, here is the tribe chief. He seems to be hoarding a strange form of dish. They have ' Pulp Fiction ' enscribed on them.
Turbonutter : He he he. All mine! ALLLLL MIINE!
Misterhappy: MAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLRAAAAAAAAATTTTTTS!
Thatís getting a bit annoying now. Will someone please dispose of that thing?
( Misterhappy is carried away gently by men in white coats, still yelling)
As we journey through DVD, take a moment, please, to contemplate what this meaÖ Hello, what have we here? A shrine, it seems.
Goatboy : Who are you? Do you like Wings?
Amazing. This primitive seems to have mastered the art of flyingÖ
Goatboy : No, you damn dirty hippy. Wings Hauser!
Sorry? We donít know this God of yours.
Goatboy : Wings? Our God? Donít be silly!
Phew, that would have been strange.
Goatboy : Our God is Bill Hicks.
This is getting stranger by the minute. Letís get out of here!
( Several days later, the commentator and his entire crew were found sacrificed to Bill Hicks. The culprits were never found, and DVD was bulldozed to make way for Man Utdís new stadium ñ New Trafford. )