*sigh* I always lose at these Cracker Barrel games.
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Theatre: Knockin' on Heaven's Door
As always, Thumbnail Theatre is a concept taken from the vastly wittier Toastyfrog.
This particular theatre won't make much sense unless you've seen the movie,
but it does contain spoilers.
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Vincent:
"You are ig-no-ra-moose." *sigh* I always lose at these Cracker Barrel games. |
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Renji: ...so the world is a big pot of soup, and -- HEY! Are you listening? |
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Spike: ...they try to mess with Third Degree, that's me, myself, and I... oh-oh-oh-oh-ohhh... |
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Renji: HEY!! I SAID-- | ||
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Spike: Oh, how rude of me. Here, have some coffee. |
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Renji: AAAAUUUUGGH ::gurgle, melt:: | ||
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Spike: Burglars strung up on de wall, who's de baddest one of all? ::FWOO:: | ||
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There's
a destination a little up the road from the habitations and the towns
we know... c'est la vie, c'est la vie, that's just the way it goes, sometimes...
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Jet: How silly of me to think that playing careful strategy games with a hotheaded, reckless cowboy would be a relaxing way to spend my time. I'd pull my hair out, if I had any left. | ||
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Ed: 3DD |-|4ZZ B0u|\|tY D4T4 4 j00 lolololol | ||
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Faye: Bonus! We get to bag Del tha Funkee Homosapien? | ||
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Vincent: I'm gonna devise a virus / to bring dire straits to your environment / blow up an overpass with a mild touch / leave you drawin' my face on a computer with a stylus | ||
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Spike, Jet, Ed & Ein: COOTIES COOTIES COOTIES!! GIRL COOTIES!! |
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Faye: That's 300 million woolongs' worth of cooties, bitches. |
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Spike: Well, it shouldn't be too hard for me to find someone who looks like a Paul Klee line drawing. That is, assuming your depiction is accurate, Faye. |
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Jet: Wouldn't that be more Howard Finster than Paul Klee? |
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Faye: Bite me, all of you. |
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Rasheed: Perhaps I can help. Here's a giant pot. |
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Spike: Hey, wait - ! - where the - ohh, damn. Why is it that the enigmatic side characters never stick around long enough for me to milk them for info? |
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Electra: ...speaking of enigmas... |
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Spike: Hottie Detector suddenly activated! Hottie covered in cloth from head to toe! Confusion! Must process in slow motion! |
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Lee: Y'know Vince, this terrorism stuff is pretty wild. Let's do it more often. |
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Vincent: Stay in the car, amateur. I have people to threaten. |
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Ed: 3D G3Tz D4T4 0n \/!NcNT 14 14 14 14 H3R3 h3 !z w!T $H0Rt H4!R 100K 100k n he wz 0n T!T4N 2 |
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Spike: I'm back. With presents. |
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Jet: There's a Pottery Barn on Mars? |
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Ed: 3D F!nDz M4RBlz n D4 P0T!!!!1 WuTz !nsyd????!!1@ |
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Jet: Hello, prophase. Hello, anaphase. |
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Lee: Super Teletubby Hunter for the PS9! R0XX0R!! |
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Faye: Well well, if it isn't Doctor Bombay himself. |
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Lee: He don't stop and he don't play / every time you try to catch me I'm always runnin' away.... see ya! |
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Faye: OK, No more Del quotes. I think they're jinxed. |
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Electra: When did we get a new janitor here? Hey, waaaaaitaminute - you're not a janitor!! |
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Spike: Check out mah broomstick, baby. Hyah! Huh! Hah! |
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Electra: Kinda hard not to when your jumpsuit's 4 sizes too small. **SMASH** |
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Spike: Crikey! I'm outta here. |
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Electra: GUARDS!! Give him a light dusting of gunfire, if you would. |
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Spike: Oikoikoikoikoikoikoik! YIPE--! |
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Lee: After a brush with getting arrested, I like to relax by drawing pretty pictures on television monitors everywhere. |
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Ed: 3D n 3!N wll F1nd Wh0z M4K!ng tha Pr!TT! P!kChUrzz!!! LOLOLOLOL!!! |
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Faye: Time for cheesecake shot #1. I'm better looking than I realized! |
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Vincent: Thanks for the advertising, kid. Now die. |
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Lee:
But I don't really want t- *URRK* *HACK* *RRK* *THUD* |
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Faye: So I climb the staircase to the first floor, turn the key and slowly unlock the door... |
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Vincent: A man smiles over his smoking gun, and he grabs you for a kiss when you try to run. |
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Spike: Outside it's reconnaissance. Outside it's reconnaissance. |
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Electra: Jebus. Nuffa dat joke. *CLICK* |
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Spike: *Sigh* Proof that 1337 H4XX0Ring just doesn't measure up to good old-fashioned footwork. And guns. |
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Electra: Gonna be another tough day on MARTA. |
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Spike: Pardon me, 'scuse me, coming through, 'scuse me.... *BLAM BLAM BLAM* |
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Vincent: Oh, now, don't be like that. *BLAM* |
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Spike: Like what? Oh, you mean KICKING YOUR SORRY LITTLE GOTH ASS? |
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Vincent: No, I mean with my fingertips digging into your ribcage. *TWIST* Oh, oopsie! Did I just break you? So sorry. |
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Spike: *URRRRK* |
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Vincent: I don't think I need to point my gun at your head at this point, but drama is my strong suit, so... what's your name, kid? |
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Spike: Spike... Spie...glllllll... |
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Vincent: Nice, but I like the name "Splatter" better. There you go. *BLAM* |
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Electra: Vincent! Not the janitor!! |
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Vincent: Bye, baby. It's been a blast. Nyuk nyuk nyuk. |