Post by stchristian on Apr 10, 2009 2:39:48 GMT -5
[Jerri Li is listening to Rick Astley’s ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ on loop.]
JL: I feel like my brains are melting!
[She holds her hands on her ears and shakes her head side to side violently.]
JL: Make it stop!
[Christian St. Christian and Scatman walk in. Scatman starts to dance and sing along.]
Scatman: Never gonna give you up! Never gonna let you down! Never gonna turn around and dessert you!
[St. Christian puts the stereo on the floor and jumps up and down on it repeatedly.]
JL: Thank you. Hey, are you the real St. Christian or Trey Vincent?
CSC: I’m the real deal. Trey asked (well, told) me that he wanted to pull a fast one on Studnuts and gave me tickets to a movie.
Scatman: What’d you go see?
CSC: Well, he must’ve figured a fetishist like me wouldn’t wanna see a regular movie. They were tickets from a porn theatre. I think it was called Debbie Does Dallas.
Scatman: Aww, you should’ve invited me! We could’ve been bracelet buddies!
[Jerri vomits into a trashcan.]
Scatman: What’s with all the vomiting lately? What is this, The Exorcist?
Jerri: Sorry, I ate some rice pudding an hour ago.
[Scatman smiles.]
Scatman: That’s what we need! Pudding! Have you seen how over Hamster Girl is lately? She’s been plastered all over the entire show. I want some of that action!
CSC: I think an hour of nothing but Scatman would be more painful than trying to push a baby through a penis.
Scatman: Oh you’re mean! You know what? I’m gonna go to that porn theatre and not invite you!
[He pulls a pamphlet out with the theatre’s listings. He just so happened to be carrying it around with him.]
Scatman: Night Shift Nurses. Nyah, and you can’t come!
[Scatman runs off to make a porn theatre smell even worse.]
JL: I feel like my brains are melting!
[She holds her hands on her ears and shakes her head side to side violently.]
JL: Make it stop!
[Christian St. Christian and Scatman walk in. Scatman starts to dance and sing along.]
Scatman: Never gonna give you up! Never gonna let you down! Never gonna turn around and dessert you!
[St. Christian puts the stereo on the floor and jumps up and down on it repeatedly.]
JL: Thank you. Hey, are you the real St. Christian or Trey Vincent?
CSC: I’m the real deal. Trey asked (well, told) me that he wanted to pull a fast one on Studnuts and gave me tickets to a movie.
Scatman: What’d you go see?
CSC: Well, he must’ve figured a fetishist like me wouldn’t wanna see a regular movie. They were tickets from a porn theatre. I think it was called Debbie Does Dallas.
Scatman: Aww, you should’ve invited me! We could’ve been bracelet buddies!
[Jerri vomits into a trashcan.]
Scatman: What’s with all the vomiting lately? What is this, The Exorcist?
Jerri: Sorry, I ate some rice pudding an hour ago.
[Scatman smiles.]
Scatman: That’s what we need! Pudding! Have you seen how over Hamster Girl is lately? She’s been plastered all over the entire show. I want some of that action!
CSC: I think an hour of nothing but Scatman would be more painful than trying to push a baby through a penis.
Scatman: Oh you’re mean! You know what? I’m gonna go to that porn theatre and not invite you!
[He pulls a pamphlet out with the theatre’s listings. He just so happened to be carrying it around with him.]
Scatman: Night Shift Nurses. Nyah, and you can’t come!
[Scatman runs off to make a porn theatre smell even worse.]