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Something I've just written. You may enjoy it. Cheers.
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Star Wars - The Big Black Menace Fool
Natalie Portman strutted about a bit in the corridors of some random palace.
"Your Majesty?" asked an adviser. He has a beard.
"Do my breasts look big in this?" she asked.
"Yes, Majesty."
"Good.Whats wrong?"
"We're getting invaded by lots and lots of Naboo chaps."
"I thought we were the Naboo?"
"Yeah, it's kind of a whole plot twist thing."
Natalie Portman thought about this for a while, then went somewhere else to ring for help from Supreme Chancellor Tony.
"WHAT?" he yelled.
"Your Chancellorshipship, we are getting invaded."
"FECK OFF!"
"Oh. Right."
--
Two blokes walked out of a spaceship.
"Remember, we are here to negotiate peace, young Padawan." said Ali-Boy-Ali, Jedi master.
"I ain't getting on no spaceship, fool." said Mr-T, the apprentice.
"Calm yourself, Mr-T, focus on your in.."
"Shut it, fu."
An alien walked in, mincing like a queen.
"Hello, please don't fight until some inept droids get here. Ducky."
"Shut it, fool. I here to kick some butt. Fool."
Some more aliens walked in with guns.
"SHOOT THEM!"
Mr-T held up his jewellry and deflected their shots. Then Ali-Boy-Ali went for a pizza.
--
Natalie Portman flounced about a bit as the two Jedi walked in, one small and white, the other being Mr-T.
"I greet you, Ali-Boy-Ali. I greet you, Obi-Wan."
"I ain't no singing dancing poof, lady. I'm all man. Fool." growled Mr-T.
"Do my breasts look good in this?" she asked.
"Fool."
"Right." said Ali-Boy, "The negotiations have failed."
"The negotiations....never took place." said Natalie.
"Hang on, I'm sure they did. And how do you know that?"
"I read the script."
"Fool."
"Sssh, Padawan."
"Sucka."
"So whats the plan?" asked Natalie.
"Well, ya see." said an old man, stepping from behind a pillar and smoking a cigar. "We take 'em in a pincer movement, y'see, and then I come round here, y'see..."
"Shut up, Hannibal. I ain't flying. Fool." Mr-T then proceeded to grab Hannibal and throw him out of the window.
"Right then! Me and Mr-T man go and fight someone. Then we celebrate."
"Damn right..."
They all looked at Mr-T, shocked.
"...fools."
They nodded.
==
Darth Rocky got out of his spaceship, and fell over.
"Adrian? ADRIAN? Mumble mumble mumble."
He dusted himself off. Mickey got out of the spaceship.
"You have to fight Clubber Lang again. But he's now got Jedi powers. And some Scottish gimp is teaching him."
"Mumble?"
"'s right."
==
Mr-T was having a quiet smoke. He couldn't remember smoking before, but he was now. He was also outside. he remembered getting busy in a cupboard with some fine Queen.
"MUMBLE!"
Mr-T looked around.
"Oh, it's you, fu. Rocky Balboa. I pity the fool who challenges me."
Mr-T ignited his lightsaber.
"Punch his lights out, Rocky!"
"Mumble."
"Thats my boy."
Mr-T advanced, swinging his lightsaber. Chris Rock popped up from behind a rock.
"I think George Lucas gonna sue somebody!" he yelled.
"I think Kevin Smith gonna sue somebody, fool. There was no 13th Apostle. Sucka." Then Mr-T chopped Chris Rock's head off. With style.
Rocky attacked. Or at least tried to attack. Mr-T chopped his arm off.
"I've chopped your arm off, fool."
"mumble mumble mumble."
So Mr-T chopped Rocky's head off.
"Adria...mumble.."
"Fool."
Mickey emerged from behind a rock. "Did we win?"
"Mumble?"
"With chips?"
==
Ali-Boy-Ali ran on.
"NO! MR-T! We haven't gone to Tatooine and saved some munchkin from racing pods!"
"I ain't racing no pods, fool. You ain't got no brains, sucka."
Mr-T decked Ali-Boy-Ali for good measure, and then stood there looking cool for a bit.
"Fool."
--
Star Wars - The Big Black Menace Fool
Natalie Portman strutted about a bit in the corridors of some random palace.
"Your Majesty?" asked an adviser. He has a beard.
"Do my breasts look big in this?" she asked.
"Yes, Majesty."
"Good.Whats wrong?"
"We're getting invaded by lots and lots of Naboo chaps."
"I thought we were the Naboo?"
"Yeah, it's kind of a whole plot twist thing."
Natalie Portman thought about this for a while, then went somewhere else to ring for help from Supreme Chancellor Tony.
"WHAT?" he yelled.
"Your Chancellorshipship, we are getting invaded."
"FECK OFF!"
"Oh. Right."
--
Two blokes walked out of a spaceship.
"Remember, we are here to negotiate peace, young Padawan." said Ali-Boy-Ali, Jedi master.
"I ain't getting on no spaceship, fool." said Mr-T, the apprentice.
"Calm yourself, Mr-T, focus on your in.."
"Shut it, fu."
An alien walked in, mincing like a queen.
"Hello, please don't fight until some inept droids get here. Ducky."
"Shut it, fool. I here to kick some butt. Fool."
Some more aliens walked in with guns.
"SHOOT THEM!"
Mr-T held up his jewellry and deflected their shots. Then Ali-Boy-Ali went for a pizza.
--
Natalie Portman flounced about a bit as the two Jedi walked in, one small and white, the other being Mr-T.
"I greet you, Ali-Boy-Ali. I greet you, Obi-Wan."
"I ain't no singing dancing poof, lady. I'm all man. Fool." growled Mr-T.
"Do my breasts look good in this?" she asked.
"Fool."
"Right." said Ali-Boy, "The negotiations have failed."
"The negotiations....never took place." said Natalie.
"Hang on, I'm sure they did. And how do you know that?"
"I read the script."
"Fool."
"Sssh, Padawan."
"Sucka."
"So whats the plan?" asked Natalie.
"Well, ya see." said an old man, stepping from behind a pillar and smoking a cigar. "We take 'em in a pincer movement, y'see, and then I come round here, y'see..."
"Shut up, Hannibal. I ain't flying. Fool." Mr-T then proceeded to grab Hannibal and throw him out of the window.
"Right then! Me and Mr-T man go and fight someone. Then we celebrate."
"Damn right..."
They all looked at Mr-T, shocked.
"...fools."
They nodded.
==
Darth Rocky got out of his spaceship, and fell over.
"Adrian? ADRIAN? Mumble mumble mumble."
He dusted himself off. Mickey got out of the spaceship.
"You have to fight Clubber Lang again. But he's now got Jedi powers. And some Scottish gimp is teaching him."
"Mumble?"
"'s right."
==
Mr-T was having a quiet smoke. He couldn't remember smoking before, but he was now. He was also outside. he remembered getting busy in a cupboard with some fine Queen.
"MUMBLE!"
Mr-T looked around.
"Oh, it's you, fu. Rocky Balboa. I pity the fool who challenges me."
Mr-T ignited his lightsaber.
"Punch his lights out, Rocky!"
"Mumble."
"Thats my boy."
Mr-T advanced, swinging his lightsaber. Chris Rock popped up from behind a rock.
"I think George Lucas gonna sue somebody!" he yelled.
"I think Kevin Smith gonna sue somebody, fool. There was no 13th Apostle. Sucka." Then Mr-T chopped Chris Rock's head off. With style.
Rocky attacked. Or at least tried to attack. Mr-T chopped his arm off.
"I've chopped your arm off, fool."
"mumble mumble mumble."
So Mr-T chopped Rocky's head off.
"Adria...mumble.."
"Fool."
Mickey emerged from behind a rock. "Did we win?"
"Mumble?"
"With chips?"
==
Ali-Boy-Ali ran on.
"NO! MR-T! We haven't gone to Tatooine and saved some munchkin from racing pods!"
"I ain't racing no pods, fool. You ain't got no brains, sucka."
Mr-T decked Ali-Boy-Ali for good measure, and then stood there looking cool for a bit.
"Fool."
fool indeed, my brain hurts, was there a plot or theme to all that. I think we have just seen what goes on in your mind. Excellent. I like it.
Fool
But I am Jedi master so I rule.
Fool
But I am Jedi master so I rule.
Something I've just written. You may enjoy it. Cheers.
--
Star Wars - The Big Black Menace Fool
Natalie Portman strutted about a bit in the corridors of some random palace.
"Your Majesty?" asked an adviser. He has a beard.
"Do my breasts look big in this?" she asked.
"Yes, Majesty."
"Good.Whats wrong?"
"We're getting invaded by lots and lots of Naboo chaps."
"I thought we were the Naboo?"
"Yeah, it's kind of a whole plot twist thing."
Natalie Portman thought about this for a while, then went somewhere else to ring for help from Supreme Chancellor Tony.
"WHAT?" he yelled.
"Your Chancellorshipship, we are getting invaded."
"FECK OFF!"
"Oh. Right."
--
Two blokes walked out of a spaceship.
"Remember, we are here to negotiate peace, young Padawan." said Ali-Boy-Ali, Jedi master.
"I ain't getting on no spaceship, fool." said Mr-T, the apprentice.
"Calm yourself, Mr-T, focus on your in.."
"Shut it, fu."
An alien walked in, mincing like a queen.
"Hello, please don't fight until some inept droids get here. Ducky."
"Shut it, fool. I here to kick some butt. Fool."
Some more aliens walked in with guns.
"SHOOT THEM!"
Mr-T held up his jewellry and deflected their shots. Then Ali-Boy-Ali went for a pizza.
--
Natalie Portman flounced about a bit as the two Jedi walked in, one small and white, the other being Mr-T.
"I greet you, Ali-Boy-Ali. I greet you, Obi-Wan."
"I ain't no singing dancing poof, lady. I'm all man. Fool." growled Mr-T.
"Do my breasts look good in this?" she asked.
"Fool."
"Right." said Ali-Boy, "The negotiations have failed."
"The negotiations....never took place." said Natalie.
"Hang on, I'm sure they did. And how do you know that?"
"I read the script."
"Fool."
"Sssh, Padawan."
"Sucka."
"So whats the plan?" asked Natalie.
"Well, ya see." said an old man, stepping from behind a pillar and smoking a cigar. "We take 'em in a pincer movement, y'see, and then I come round here, y'see..."
"Shut up, Hannibal. I ain't flying. Fool." Mr-T then proceeded to grab Hannibal and throw him out of the window.
"Right then! Me and Mr-T man go and fight someone. Then we celebrate."
"Damn right..."
They all looked at Mr-T, shocked.
"...fools."
They nodded.
==
Darth Rocky got out of his spaceship, and fell over.
"Adrian? ADRIAN? Mumble mumble mumble."
He dusted himself off. Mickey got out of the spaceship.
"You have to fight Clubber Lang again. But he's now got Jedi powers. And some Scottish gimp is teaching him."
"Mumble?"
"'s right."
==
Mr-T was having a quiet smoke. He couldn't remember smoking before, but he was now. He was also outside. he remembered getting busy in a cupboard with some fine Queen.
"MUMBLE!"
Mr-T looked around.
"Oh, it's you, fu. Rocky Balboa. I pity the fool who challenges me."
Mr-T ignited his lightsaber.
"Punch his lights out, Rocky!"
"Mumble."
"Thats my boy."
Mr-T advanced, swinging his lightsaber. Chris Rock popped up from behind a rock.
"I think George Lucas gonna sue somebody!" he yelled.
"I think Kevin Smith gonna sue somebody, fool. There was no 13th Apostle. Sucka." Then Mr-T chopped Chris Rock's head off. With style.
Rocky attacked. Or at least tried to attack. Mr-T chopped his arm off.
"I've chopped your arm off, fool."
"mumble mumble mumble."
So Mr-T chopped Rocky's head off.
"Adria...mumble.."
"Fool."
Mickey emerged from behind a rock. "Did we win?"
"Mumble?"
"With chips?"
==
Ali-Boy-Ali ran on.
"NO! MR-T! We haven't gone to Tatooine and saved some munchkin from racing pods!"
"I ain't racing no pods, fool. You ain't got no brains, sucka."
Mr-T decked Ali-Boy-Ali for good measure, and then stood there looking cool for a bit.
"Fool."
--
Star Wars - The Big Black Menace Fool
Natalie Portman strutted about a bit in the corridors of some random palace.
"Your Majesty?" asked an adviser. He has a beard.
"Do my breasts look big in this?" she asked.
"Yes, Majesty."
"Good.Whats wrong?"
"We're getting invaded by lots and lots of Naboo chaps."
"I thought we were the Naboo?"
"Yeah, it's kind of a whole plot twist thing."
Natalie Portman thought about this for a while, then went somewhere else to ring for help from Supreme Chancellor Tony.
"WHAT?" he yelled.
"Your Chancellorshipship, we are getting invaded."
"FECK OFF!"
"Oh. Right."
--
Two blokes walked out of a spaceship.
"Remember, we are here to negotiate peace, young Padawan." said Ali-Boy-Ali, Jedi master.
"I ain't getting on no spaceship, fool." said Mr-T, the apprentice.
"Calm yourself, Mr-T, focus on your in.."
"Shut it, fu."
An alien walked in, mincing like a queen.
"Hello, please don't fight until some inept droids get here. Ducky."
"Shut it, fool. I here to kick some butt. Fool."
Some more aliens walked in with guns.
"SHOOT THEM!"
Mr-T held up his jewellry and deflected their shots. Then Ali-Boy-Ali went for a pizza.
--
Natalie Portman flounced about a bit as the two Jedi walked in, one small and white, the other being Mr-T.
"I greet you, Ali-Boy-Ali. I greet you, Obi-Wan."
"I ain't no singing dancing poof, lady. I'm all man. Fool." growled Mr-T.
"Do my breasts look good in this?" she asked.
"Fool."
"Right." said Ali-Boy, "The negotiations have failed."
"The negotiations....never took place." said Natalie.
"Hang on, I'm sure they did. And how do you know that?"
"I read the script."
"Fool."
"Sssh, Padawan."
"Sucka."
"So whats the plan?" asked Natalie.
"Well, ya see." said an old man, stepping from behind a pillar and smoking a cigar. "We take 'em in a pincer movement, y'see, and then I come round here, y'see..."
"Shut up, Hannibal. I ain't flying. Fool." Mr-T then proceeded to grab Hannibal and throw him out of the window.
"Right then! Me and Mr-T man go and fight someone. Then we celebrate."
"Damn right..."
They all looked at Mr-T, shocked.
"...fools."
They nodded.
==
Darth Rocky got out of his spaceship, and fell over.
"Adrian? ADRIAN? Mumble mumble mumble."
He dusted himself off. Mickey got out of the spaceship.
"You have to fight Clubber Lang again. But he's now got Jedi powers. And some Scottish gimp is teaching him."
"Mumble?"
"'s right."
==
Mr-T was having a quiet smoke. He couldn't remember smoking before, but he was now. He was also outside. he remembered getting busy in a cupboard with some fine Queen.
"MUMBLE!"
Mr-T looked around.
"Oh, it's you, fu. Rocky Balboa. I pity the fool who challenges me."
Mr-T ignited his lightsaber.
"Punch his lights out, Rocky!"
"Mumble."
"Thats my boy."
Mr-T advanced, swinging his lightsaber. Chris Rock popped up from behind a rock.
"I think George Lucas gonna sue somebody!" he yelled.
"I think Kevin Smith gonna sue somebody, fool. There was no 13th Apostle. Sucka." Then Mr-T chopped Chris Rock's head off. With style.
Rocky attacked. Or at least tried to attack. Mr-T chopped his arm off.
"I've chopped your arm off, fool."
"mumble mumble mumble."
So Mr-T chopped Rocky's head off.
"Adria...mumble.."
"Fool."
Mickey emerged from behind a rock. "Did we win?"
"Mumble?"
"With chips?"
==
Ali-Boy-Ali ran on.
"NO! MR-T! We haven't gone to Tatooine and saved some munchkin from racing pods!"
"I ain't racing no pods, fool. You ain't got no brains, sucka."
Mr-T decked Ali-Boy-Ali for good measure, and then stood there looking cool for a bit.
"Fool."