Post by Threedom on Aug 28, 2007 12:18:41 GMT -5
Caption: Sin City.
[The scene opens outside of the Double Meat Palace. Little Good is leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette, while Alex Smith is standing next to him. In front of them is a "Ron Paul: Last Hope For America" banner. A customer approaches the door.]
AS: Excuse me, sir. How does it feel to know you are supporting a greedy corporate juggernaut that wants nothing but to feed you poisons and give you cancer? You make me wanna puke! Join my Web site! www.steelcageplanet.com and get all my anti-you rants!
Guy: Fuck you, douchebag.
AS: 9/11 was an inside job! 9/11 was an inside job!
LG: Bloody brilliant.
AS: What?
LG: Insult the people you're talking to and then hit them up for money? How many subscribers do you even have?
AS: Three!
LG: No wonder. Are you high?
AS: I don't do drugs, Little Good. You know that. Doing drugs makes CIA profits go up. The CIA is running the drug business in America, regardless of what they'll have you think. The only time they bust drug dealers is when the drug dealers won't give the CIA their cut.
LG: You are the most paranoid person I've ever bloody met. Aside from Axl Van Halen. What is up with him winning the ONLY WORLD TITLE THAT MATTERS? If that isn't a sign of the apocalypse, I don't know what is.
AS: All that did was change the bird cage liner. It doesn't change the fact that BOB has been funded by the government to encourage apathy and to distract them with nut shots, sexy girls and bloody violence.
LG: It's bloody brilliant. I'm distracted. Besides, I can only beat up on jobbers these days. Not like I can get my jollies like the old days.
AS: They keep you doped. You like being doped on Satan's media empire?
LG: As long as they don't interrupt my stories with any bloody presidential press conferences, then, yeah!
AS: You are sick, Little Good. You drink. You smoke. You no doubt have all kinds of dirty sex.
LG: You're the one whose sick. You don't drink. You don't smoke. And you don't have any kind of dirty sex. Ever heard of living?
AS: That's not living. Living is fighting the government! Fighting authority! Fighting the establishment! The empire's on the run, I'm on the march!
LG: Like a Nazi?
AS: No, not like a Nazi! Like a patriotic Christian! God bless America. We're gonna get those scum in Washington!
LG: You do realize you live in Sin City, right?
[Randall Mooby comes outside.]
RM: You guys aren't protesting out here, are you? The fucking customers are complaining. Who the fuck is Ron Paul?
AS: A Constitutionalist who will save America from self-inflicted false flag terror attacks as long as the evil cabal within the U.S. government doesn't kill him or if the Diebold machines don't cheat him out of his unstoppable victory!
RM: The FUCK? You guys have to go. Get a job. A life. Whatever the fuck.
LG: Oh, come on! I'm trying to find a bird who doesn't have any standards. And if she eats here, she must not have any bloody standards.
RM: My manager said he's gonna call the cops.
AS: BOOTLICKER!
LG: I thought we were gonna do a rant about those ponces, Lay-Z.
RM: Fine. Lay-Z SUCKS! FUCK THEM! Now beat it!
AS: Double Meat Palace makes me wanna puuuuuke! Let's go before the corrupt pigs come and "accidentally" shoot us twenty times.
LG: Right.
[Both men run for their lives as a siren wails in the City.]
[The scene opens outside of the Double Meat Palace. Little Good is leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette, while Alex Smith is standing next to him. In front of them is a "Ron Paul: Last Hope For America" banner. A customer approaches the door.]
AS: Excuse me, sir. How does it feel to know you are supporting a greedy corporate juggernaut that wants nothing but to feed you poisons and give you cancer? You make me wanna puke! Join my Web site! www.steelcageplanet.com and get all my anti-you rants!
Guy: Fuck you, douchebag.
AS: 9/11 was an inside job! 9/11 was an inside job!
LG: Bloody brilliant.
AS: What?
LG: Insult the people you're talking to and then hit them up for money? How many subscribers do you even have?
AS: Three!
LG: No wonder. Are you high?
AS: I don't do drugs, Little Good. You know that. Doing drugs makes CIA profits go up. The CIA is running the drug business in America, regardless of what they'll have you think. The only time they bust drug dealers is when the drug dealers won't give the CIA their cut.
LG: You are the most paranoid person I've ever bloody met. Aside from Axl Van Halen. What is up with him winning the ONLY WORLD TITLE THAT MATTERS? If that isn't a sign of the apocalypse, I don't know what is.
AS: All that did was change the bird cage liner. It doesn't change the fact that BOB has been funded by the government to encourage apathy and to distract them with nut shots, sexy girls and bloody violence.
LG: It's bloody brilliant. I'm distracted. Besides, I can only beat up on jobbers these days. Not like I can get my jollies like the old days.
AS: They keep you doped. You like being doped on Satan's media empire?
LG: As long as they don't interrupt my stories with any bloody presidential press conferences, then, yeah!
AS: You are sick, Little Good. You drink. You smoke. You no doubt have all kinds of dirty sex.
LG: You're the one whose sick. You don't drink. You don't smoke. And you don't have any kind of dirty sex. Ever heard of living?
AS: That's not living. Living is fighting the government! Fighting authority! Fighting the establishment! The empire's on the run, I'm on the march!
LG: Like a Nazi?
AS: No, not like a Nazi! Like a patriotic Christian! God bless America. We're gonna get those scum in Washington!
LG: You do realize you live in Sin City, right?
[Randall Mooby comes outside.]
RM: You guys aren't protesting out here, are you? The fucking customers are complaining. Who the fuck is Ron Paul?
AS: A Constitutionalist who will save America from self-inflicted false flag terror attacks as long as the evil cabal within the U.S. government doesn't kill him or if the Diebold machines don't cheat him out of his unstoppable victory!
RM: The FUCK? You guys have to go. Get a job. A life. Whatever the fuck.
LG: Oh, come on! I'm trying to find a bird who doesn't have any standards. And if she eats here, she must not have any bloody standards.
RM: My manager said he's gonna call the cops.
AS: BOOTLICKER!
LG: I thought we were gonna do a rant about those ponces, Lay-Z.
RM: Fine. Lay-Z SUCKS! FUCK THEM! Now beat it!
AS: Double Meat Palace makes me wanna puuuuuke! Let's go before the corrupt pigs come and "accidentally" shoot us twenty times.
LG: Right.
[Both men run for their lives as a siren wails in the City.]