bite-sized fewmets, plus cheese. |
because they have yet to invent ex-lax for bad cases of word constipation |
A: I say, Who pwned Star Trek, The Terminator, and Battlestar Galactica!
C: You don’t know the fellow’s name?
A: Of course I do.
C: Well then who pwned Star Trek, The Terminator, and Battlestar Galactica?
A: Yes.
C: I mean the fellow’s name.
A: Who.
C: The guy who pwned Star Trek, The Terminator, and Battlestar Galactica.
A: Who.
C: The time lord.
A: Who.
C: The dude with the TARDIS.
A: Who.
C: That sonic-screwdriver-wielding-…
A: Who pwned Star Trek, The Terminator, and Battlestar Galactica!
C: I’m asking YOU who pwned Star Trek, The Terminator, and Battlestar Galactica!
A: That’s the man’s name.
C: That’s whose name?
A: Yes.
C: Well, go ahead and tell me.
A: That’s it.
C: That’s who?
A: Yes.
Ex-TERR-minate! Ex-TERR-minate!
And that, dear chickens, was how Abbott and Costello met their ends.
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For Emy. I will watch the finale at some stage. :)