Post by The Man They Call on Sept 19, 2005 15:29:59 GMT -5
- Though a man's heart is weak and fragile,
His muscles are thick and are not frail.
Though a man's bones may be broken or fractured,
He'll still live on to tell the tale.
One simple cry can conjure up chaos,
Upon the men that took away his
Most prized of jobs... an occupation he loved.
It's time for the return...
Of Francis. -
"You broke my world and cast me off, you destroyed me within, and left me to rot. I know what I do, but you do not. For you never could... and so? I shall-"
Jay: Pass the pot! Dweebo...
Francis: Dammit, Jay... If I'm too be your new sidekick I must ask of you that you do not refer to me as 'Dweebo'! They call me... Francis.
Jay: I'll call you Butt-plug McKinsley if I want to, Dwarf Sniffer! Now pass... the damn... pot.
Francis: I know not of what you speak. This... pot. I do not cook, so I see no need for such a heavy object.
Jay: Whoooa... heavy. I wish Silent Bob was still here... d@mn crack-down... Heh... crack...
Francis: Ugh... BOB! And more importantly, Big Boss! Because of you, I'm stuck with this loser, being asked for drugs that I obviously don't have, and looking to stop crimes that aren't being commited. I'm a joke! Of course... I'd still be a joke working for you... But atleast I'd be an EMPLOYED joke! I may not make as much as say, a Sarah the Jobber Slayer [ed. note: Hell, Sarah the Jobber Slayer doesn't make as much as a Sarah the Jobber Slayer... whatever THAT means] But I promise this; I would work for you, day and night, to better the business... and more importantly...
Jay: Snoochie Boochies!!!
Francis: ... to escape this sad excuse for existence.
Francis: So... whadya say B.B. ... give a fella another chance... please???
Jay: Man, I'm cold... and horny... dude... I've got a WICKED idea...
Francis: ... Help me.
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His muscles are thick and are not frail.
Though a man's bones may be broken or fractured,
He'll still live on to tell the tale.
One simple cry can conjure up chaos,
Upon the men that took away his
Most prized of jobs... an occupation he loved.
It's time for the return...
Of Francis. -
"You broke my world and cast me off, you destroyed me within, and left me to rot. I know what I do, but you do not. For you never could... and so? I shall-"
Jay: Pass the pot! Dweebo...
Francis: Dammit, Jay... If I'm too be your new sidekick I must ask of you that you do not refer to me as 'Dweebo'! They call me... Francis.
Jay: I'll call you Butt-plug McKinsley if I want to, Dwarf Sniffer! Now pass... the damn... pot.
Francis: I know not of what you speak. This... pot. I do not cook, so I see no need for such a heavy object.
Jay: Whoooa... heavy. I wish Silent Bob was still here... d@mn crack-down... Heh... crack...
Francis: Ugh... BOB! And more importantly, Big Boss! Because of you, I'm stuck with this loser, being asked for drugs that I obviously don't have, and looking to stop crimes that aren't being commited. I'm a joke! Of course... I'd still be a joke working for you... But atleast I'd be an EMPLOYED joke! I may not make as much as say, a Sarah the Jobber Slayer [ed. note: Hell, Sarah the Jobber Slayer doesn't make as much as a Sarah the Jobber Slayer... whatever THAT means] But I promise this; I would work for you, day and night, to better the business... and more importantly...
Jay: Snoochie Boochies!!!
Francis: ... to escape this sad excuse for existence.
Francis: So... whadya say B.B. ... give a fella another chance... please???
Jay: Man, I'm cold... and horny... dude... I've got a WICKED idea...
Francis: ... Help me.
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