Post by Mr Fantastic on Apr 12, 2009 14:16:57 GMT -5
[British Mr. Fantastic is sat with Cyborg Mr. Fantastic in the plush living room of his manor. Ok, they’re sat in deck chairs in a run down trailer home.]
British Mr. Fantastic: Care for a sherry?
[Mr. Fantastic checks the clear plastic tub filled with thick brown liquid with his cybernetic implants.]
Mr. Fantastic: Sherry? That’s moonshine you son of a gun!
[British Mr. Fantastic clears his throat.]
Brit Fantastic: Crumpet?
[Mr. Fantastic sneers at the plate of waffles cut into circles.]
Mr. Fantastic: I’ll pass.
Brit Fantastic: Suit yourself.
[All of a sudden Serial Killer Mr. Fantastic and Captain Crunch Mr. Fantastic burst in through the door.]
Captain Crunch Fantastic: Scarecrow Mr. Fantastic got attacked by birds again!
Brit Fantastic: Oh my word!
Serial Killer Fantastic: The whole trailer park is covered in hay, shit is beautiful.
[Mr. Fantastic rolls his human eye and sighs.]
Mr. Fantastic: Can’t you have Farmer Mr. Fantastic and All The King’s Men Mr Fantastic put him back together again?
Captain Crunch Fantastic: I don’t think that’ll work this time.
[Mr. Fantastic stands up out of his seat.]
Mr. Fantastic: Fine, I’ll just cut Dungarees Mr. Fantastic and Jack O’ Lantern’s heads off and make a new Scarecrow Mr. Fantastic.
Captain Crunch Fantastic: Wouldn’t that just us with three dead bodies and regular, inanimate scarecrow?
Serial Killer Fantastic: I think it’s a great idea! I’ll kill Googly Eyes Mr. Fantastic as well so the new Scarecrow Mr. Fantastic can look silly!
Mr. Fantastic: I’m gonna have to go with Serial Killer Mr. Fantastic on this one. We’ve got so many of the little buggers running around we could afford to kill a few off.
Captain Crunch Fantastic: Buggers?
Mr. Fantastic: Sorry, I’ve been spending too much time with British Mr. Fantastic here.
British Mr. Fantastic: By jove old chap!
Mr. Fantastic: Cram it limey! Ok knuckleheads, let’s get to work.
[Chocolate Mr. Fantastic runs in.]
Chocolate Fantastic: When the splash comes…
Mr. Fantastic: Forget it Choco, we’re not even booked until Gluttons For Punishment.
Chocolate Fantastic:
British Mr. Fantastic: Care for a sherry?
[Mr. Fantastic checks the clear plastic tub filled with thick brown liquid with his cybernetic implants.]
Mr. Fantastic: Sherry? That’s moonshine you son of a gun!
[British Mr. Fantastic clears his throat.]
Brit Fantastic: Crumpet?
[Mr. Fantastic sneers at the plate of waffles cut into circles.]
Mr. Fantastic: I’ll pass.
Brit Fantastic: Suit yourself.
[All of a sudden Serial Killer Mr. Fantastic and Captain Crunch Mr. Fantastic burst in through the door.]
Captain Crunch Fantastic: Scarecrow Mr. Fantastic got attacked by birds again!
Brit Fantastic: Oh my word!
Serial Killer Fantastic: The whole trailer park is covered in hay, shit is beautiful.
[Mr. Fantastic rolls his human eye and sighs.]
Mr. Fantastic: Can’t you have Farmer Mr. Fantastic and All The King’s Men Mr Fantastic put him back together again?
Captain Crunch Fantastic: I don’t think that’ll work this time.
[Mr. Fantastic stands up out of his seat.]
Mr. Fantastic: Fine, I’ll just cut Dungarees Mr. Fantastic and Jack O’ Lantern’s heads off and make a new Scarecrow Mr. Fantastic.
Captain Crunch Fantastic: Wouldn’t that just us with three dead bodies and regular, inanimate scarecrow?
Serial Killer Fantastic: I think it’s a great idea! I’ll kill Googly Eyes Mr. Fantastic as well so the new Scarecrow Mr. Fantastic can look silly!
Mr. Fantastic: I’m gonna have to go with Serial Killer Mr. Fantastic on this one. We’ve got so many of the little buggers running around we could afford to kill a few off.
Captain Crunch Fantastic: Buggers?
Mr. Fantastic: Sorry, I’ve been spending too much time with British Mr. Fantastic here.
British Mr. Fantastic: By jove old chap!
Mr. Fantastic: Cram it limey! Ok knuckleheads, let’s get to work.
[Chocolate Mr. Fantastic runs in.]
Chocolate Fantastic: When the splash comes…
Mr. Fantastic: Forget it Choco, we’re not even booked until Gluttons For Punishment.
Chocolate Fantastic: