![]() ![]() You are now a contestant on the greatest holo-vision program the galaxy has ever known. There will be no rescues, no pardons, no possibility of escape. Rest assured, you are now far out of the reach of hope. Vox: Greetings, hero, and welcome to DreadZone. Ratchet: –Me out of this thing, you Blarg-headed frak monkey! I can barely breathe, and my tail feels like it's shoved right up my– Green: I hope not, I still have nightmares about it. Just as soon as I have kids.ĭialogue Al: I got them off of a former contestant who, um. ![]() I'm going to call my kids and tell them to stop watching!. See, this is what they mean by gratuitous violence, Juanita.Tomorrow is "Kick Your Best Friend in the Pants" Day! Free popcorn for everyone who participates. And that Lombax is terminating with extreme prejudice! It's a good thing we're out of range, eh, Juanita? We are out of range, aren't we?.And they're gonna be squashed like pancakes! With syrup, and butter, and jam, and a little orange garnish on top and say, can I have breakfast for dinner or is that just weird?.Hey, don't scratch the paint on that Puma.Ratchet's about to bite the bag and step out the door.Interesting fact, folks, DreadZone started over 2 guys fighting over a breakfast burrito, and the rest is history!.It's cold, it's dank, it's scary, it's just like my ex-wife!.Team Darkstar is making their mark in DreadZone! Team Markstar is making their dark in RedZone! Oh, dear, I've gone cross-eyed.Let's just hope we don't have any more wardrobe malfunctions! This guy's gonna get us a lot of commercial time, Juanita.They have to traverse what I like to call the "Chasm of Endless Falling and Eventual Dying".This is more fun than a bus-load of cheerleaders!.In this challenge, Team Darkstar needs to grind a cable positioned hundreds of feet above the water! Is this even safe? Of course not! This is DreadZone, baby!. ![]() I'm sorry for 6 years of rude jokes, harassing innuendo, and those friendly little pinches in the elevator, but who am I kidding you? You love it! Chin up, kid! And finally to you, Juanita, my dear, sweet Juanita. Hey, but I hear the therapy is going well, though. Susie Binkleton, I was the one who put the tyhrranoid in your locker. Timmy Aberdeen, I was the one who lit your backpack on fire, and I'm sorry that you couldn't get it off in time. Since I don't have much time left, I'd just like to apologize to a few people. ![]()
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