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Theatre: Episode 1: Asteroid Blues
Thumbnail Theatre concept is blatantly stolen from Toastyfrog.
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Spike: Yahoo!! I'm blowin' shit up. Crazy, man, crazy. |
| (BADAP BADAP BADAP BADAP BLA-DOW) | |
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Spike: Hello TV-Land, look upon my studly bod. |
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Jet: Whatever. Breakfast. |
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Spike: Your cooking sucks. |
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Jet: Does not. |
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Spike: Does too. It sucks like a ... a really... really sucky thing. |
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Jet: Does *not*! Now go catch that bounty, bitch. HAW! |
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Asimov: Do-de-oh-doh... who wants drugs? |
| Bartender: Ooh! Me! Mememe! |
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Katerina: Look! I am PREGNANT. There is no doubt that I am very PREGNANT. Except that I'm walking in pumps with no difficulty. But I am still PREGNANT. |
| Bartender: Show me how the drug works. |
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Asimov: Simple. Spray it in your eye, then all hell breaks loose, then you kill lots of people. Also, things sound all slowed-down and funny, like a record on 33rpm. Not that I know what that means, it being 2071 and all. |
| Bartender: Forget the technicalities, I have a bullet in my head. |
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Asimov: Sweet. |
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Spike: So, Bull, got any munchies, man? What's shakin'? |
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Bull: twerp. |
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Spike: um. |
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Bull: Here's your prophecy, make of it what you will. That'll be $15.99. Have a nice day and come again. |
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Spike: Ooh! That was all foreshadow-y and stuff. Neat. |
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Jet: Damn, they trashed this place! Robert Rodriguez is gonna be pissed. |
| Punks: Let's provide some exposition. |
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Jet: Good idea. Thanks. *WHACK* |
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Asimov: I'm reenacting "Less Than Zero"! Wacky! |
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Spike: That movie sucked. And wash your hands when you pee. |
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Spike: *DONK* |
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Katerina: EY YOU CRAZY GRINGO! Watch where you -- oh, whatever. Did you notice that I'm PREGNANT? |
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Spike: Muummmph mmmph mmph. |
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Katerina: Nice ship. |
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Spike: Can I flirt with you? |
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Katerina: It may be difficult with Asimov's hands around your throat, but sure. |
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Spike: *GACK* |
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Asimov: Muwahahaha. Let's blow this popsicle stand. |
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Jet: Dumbass. |
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Spike: Says you. I just figured out what Bull meant. And I have DRUGS. |
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Jet: Your mysterious ways never cease to amaze me. Kiss me, you fool. |
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Asimov: Do-de-oh doh, who wants drugs? |
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Spike: Who needs drugs when you have BIG SOMBRERO? |
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Asimov: YAAAARRRRRRGGGH! |
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Spike: Bip, bap, bow! I am so kicking your hiney. |
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Asimov: YAAAARRRRRRGGGH! |
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Katerina: Stop moving so I can shoot you! Well, never mind, here come some other people to do it for me. |
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Spike: Now I have more asses to kick! |
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Jet: Allleeey-yoop. Howdy. |
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Spike: Thanks for saving me. See you later! |
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Katerina: Good news, dear - I'm not actually pregnant! |
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Asimov: MY LOVE FOR YOU IS TICKING CLOCK BERSEEERRRRRKEERRRRR!!!1 |
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Katerina: Cops in front of me, bounty hunters behind me, stuck in the middle with you... |
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Asimov: Cops, huh? Gee, maybe now is a good time to take more drugs. |
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Katerina: Or not. *BLAM* |
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Spike: Whut thuh? |
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Katerina: Adios. |
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Spike: Well, that sucked. |
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Jet: Not as bad as my cooking! HAW! |
| (BUMMMMMMMMm... DA DA DAN-DA-DAN DA DA) |