Post by THE GREAT on Mar 11, 2009 14:26:56 GMT -5
(Despite earlier ridicule by Steve Studnuts’ handler, The Great’s handler has swallowed his pride and is at the public library with no fat girl in sight. Must be her day off. Cut to The Great’s house, The Great is there with Pete “X Factor” Trable and Cyborg Angelina X.)
The Great: It has to work. How did you and The Great get put in a match with Steve Studnuts? He seems very upset.
Pete: Word!
The Great: If The Great can reprogram Cyborg Angelina X to flirt with Steve Studnuts, maybe she can coax him to forget about beating the crap out of you and The Great and go out on the town with her.
Pete: YO! Steve be waxing dat “a” with super hot chicks, dogg! He ain’t gon be fooled by a robot, yo!
The Great: But this robot can do things mortal girls cannot.
Pete: Why you buggin? Steve prolly got busy wit da real Angelina X! Dis shizzle ain’t gon work, ya heard?
The Great: The Great, dares to speculate. What if The Great can do this?
(The Great presses a sequence of buttons on Cyborg Angelina X’s remote. The robot comes (not THAT kind!) to life.)
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Pete: HOLY*BLEEPING BLEEP*, YO! You betta not let your boo catch you doing dis! She’ll kick you to da curb, homey! And what if Little Johnny hear dat? We gon get hung out to dry like a mug!
The Great: You know, The Great seems to think you’re sounding blacker every day.
Pete: Swah-ceet, neegarow!
The Great: Um, yeah. Hopefully, Steve will fall for this scheme. Otherwise, you and The Great are in for a long night at iMPLOSION! 17.
Pete: Wha-ever happens, yo. I got your back. Hey yo, maybe we should tess dis thang to see if dat arm gon work.
The Great: The Great is about to regurgitate.
Pete: What yo? I’ll volunteer, know what I’m sayin?
The Great: Exactly, hence The Great’s mention of regurgitating.
Pete: Yo! Dat fat girl coming, dogg! I’m out!
The Great: Must have the early evening shift. Time for The Great, to evacuate. Steve, The Great will see you and ?? at iMPLOSION! 17. With our offer. Choose wisely, grasshopper.
(Fade out to Cyborg Angelina X’s corrugated tubed right arm, that enticing little corrugated tubed right arm.)
The Great: It has to work. How did you and The Great get put in a match with Steve Studnuts? He seems very upset.
Pete: Word!
The Great: If The Great can reprogram Cyborg Angelina X to flirt with Steve Studnuts, maybe she can coax him to forget about beating the crap out of you and The Great and go out on the town with her.
Pete: YO! Steve be waxing dat “a” with super hot chicks, dogg! He ain’t gon be fooled by a robot, yo!
The Great: But this robot can do things mortal girls cannot.
Pete: Why you buggin? Steve prolly got busy wit da real Angelina X! Dis shizzle ain’t gon work, ya heard?
The Great: The Great, dares to speculate. What if The Great can do this?
(The Great presses a sequence of buttons on Cyborg Angelina X’s remote. The robot comes (not THAT kind!) to life.)
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Pete: HOLY*BLEEPING BLEEP*, YO! You betta not let your boo catch you doing dis! She’ll kick you to da curb, homey! And what if Little Johnny hear dat? We gon get hung out to dry like a mug!
The Great: You know, The Great seems to think you’re sounding blacker every day.
Pete: Swah-ceet, neegarow!
The Great: Um, yeah. Hopefully, Steve will fall for this scheme. Otherwise, you and The Great are in for a long night at iMPLOSION! 17.
Pete: Wha-ever happens, yo. I got your back. Hey yo, maybe we should tess dis thang to see if dat arm gon work.
The Great: The Great is about to regurgitate.
Pete: What yo? I’ll volunteer, know what I’m sayin?
The Great: Exactly, hence The Great’s mention of regurgitating.
Pete: Yo! Dat fat girl coming, dogg! I’m out!
The Great: Must have the early evening shift. Time for The Great, to evacuate. Steve, The Great will see you and ?? at iMPLOSION! 17. With our offer. Choose wisely, grasshopper.
(Fade out to Cyborg Angelina X’s corrugated tubed right arm, that enticing little corrugated tubed right arm.)
