BEEDO: In an attempt to keep Lumpy quiet, Itchy puts on a holographic recording of a tumbling act. The performers (The Wazzan Troupe) are quite good at acrobatics, but their costumes are, to quote MST3K, "good old-fashioned nightmare fuel," constructed of more sequins, Spandex, and dyed ostrich feathers than one can find in Las Vegas. While the some of the tumblers are flipping around in a position which can only be described as one integer lower than 70, the Pan- like, androgynous ringmaster plays a fanfare on -- get this -- a gramophone horn. |
Beedo: Wanna make a futuristickyphotograph? Two words: Fresnel lens. J-Man:
Dairai:
MrTim:
Angel_Noir:
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Beedo: Hang on. Grandpa'll put on "Lion King" as soon as he gets his porno tape out of the VCR. Shimmergloom:
JediClone:
HanoverF:
MrTim:
Dairai:
Angel_Noir:
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Phrank: Pardon me, but I seem to be stuck like this... hello?... Anyone? Beedo:
Matteus:
MrTim:
HanoverF:
JediClone:
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Beedo: Where are those dejarik monsters when you need them? Matteus:
Dairai:
HanoverF:
MrTim:
JediClone:
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Phrank: Hmmmm I wonder what these guys taste like. Beedo:
Neoknight:
NoobSaibot:
HanoverF:
Agent_Moldy:
MrTim:
Dairai:
Angel_Noir:
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Kathy_Pulver: What REALLY happened to Mr. B. Natural.... Phrank:
Beedo:
J-Man:
Matteus:
NoobSaibot:
MrTim:
Dairai:
Angel_Noir:
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