Terror strikes downtown as a new super villian is reeking havoc! Police are baffled as to how to stop this threat.
He has been identified only as Reminscent Friend from School Man! Police are afraid to get too close to him for fear that he may force them to relive their past.
AHHHHH!
Hey dude, remember all those cool times from highschool? We sure kicked ass. Remember getting drunk behind Food World? Sweet!
The plaintiff, Katherine. She claims that Petruccio brainwashed her. The defendant, Petruccio. He says that Katherine needed to be calmed down and he did her a favor.
Your honor, no one would marry this bitch. I did her a favor.
If you call mental abuse a favor, then yeah, you were very helpful.
A second lawsuit has been filled against Lucento, for misrepresentation and fraud.
Look, your honor, I just wanted to make sure she wasn't going to take my money.
You not only lied about who you were, you convinced two other people to do the same. This guy is a manipulater, your honor.
Judgement for the plaintiff.
Hey, you want to switch clothes and pretend we're each other? Hi-jinx will ensue.
Oh, pain, pain and misery. Mine father slain by mine uncle. Oh cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right. Hark, who comes?
Tis I, Lord Hamlet, the royal physician. It has not gone unnoticed by King Claudius and I your depression. I have brought you Prozac, to ease thy suffering.
'Lo, though I know 'twill not work, still wilt I take it, in hopes I might overdose.
Later...
Wow, doc, I feel a shitload better. I'm not really obsessed anymore. I can't get upset about anything.
So, I, Dr. Reed Richards am going to fly a spaceship into outer space with my wife Sue, her brother Johnny, and my old roommate, Ben Grimm. You can call us..the Fantastic Four!
Actually, we aren't very fantastic at present. Maybe when we get back.
Let's just call ourselves the Above Average Four. Would that make you happy, Sue?
Well, it looks like the mission was a success. Let's see what my power is. *crack* Ok, it looks like my arm just came off, so I'll be Mr Fantastic. Johnny?
I don't think so. Follow my logic. America used to belong to the Indians, the Indians called corn 'maze', we are in a maze in America.
If we apply heat to ourselves, we will pop out of the maze with an explosion of joy and low cal tastiness. We'll probably end up in the cushions of a couch somewhere.
Certainly. You see, I'm not what you'd call 'classically good looking'. I'm not buff, or have chiseled features or even very smart.
Sure.
But, if you put me within the confines of a fast food restaurant, ladies find me attractive. I have a rare skin disorder called 'fast food good looking'.
Take this girl, for instance. Here at the dance club, she's in her element. The low lighting, the loud music, the alcohol. All these things work with her condition to make her look appealing.
HI!
Hells yeah.
The elements all blend to lure her pray home, that is until...
WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO HOME WITH ME?
YES, YES I WOULD!
The next day, without the aid of loud music, lowlights and alcohol, the truth is revealed. She is what is referred to as 'bar pretty', one who is only attractive in a bar.