So let me get this straight. I, Jean-Claude Van Damme, am now trapped in the body of a chessboard, you, Bruce Lee, are now a floating ethereal head, and Chuck Norris is a black woman?
Listen, son, we've played games, tossed a ball around, built stuff together, but there's one thing a father and son should do together when he's old enough.
You mean?
Yeah. I'm taking you to a strip club.
Really?
You betcha! And I even talked to Brad, the owner. He's already got a character ready for you. Look for it on the threereasons menu.
Today we saw the dim-witted carnivore, the geek stealing trade secrets, the intelligent herd predators, evreything but the creature that spits in your eye and blinds you.
Oh, no, there isn't any problem. In order to comply with the Americans with Disabilities Act, they let a couple of wheelchair-bound Trekkies write this episode.
As it turned out, those geeks got really stoned when they wrote it, and they thought it would be hilarious if Leonard Nimoy spoke in the deepest voice he could manage.
Ah, so the sound that I'm hearing is only the sound of the low Spock of high wheeled boys?
We are told that in this contest we get bonus points for Burroughs homages.
But we are not told whether the references should be to Edgar Rice or William Burroughs. Either could fit the theme of this contest well.
Or maybe we are supposed to pay homage to Jeff Burroughs. Remember him? 1974 AL MVP?
But he had an even better year in 1977. 41 home runs. Never in his career other than that year did he hit more than 30.
You may also remember that on January 29, 1977, Fran Tarkenton hosted Saturday Night Live and pitched a new breakfast cereal, Sugar-Coated Anabolic Steroids.
Take a look. Why am I playing against Sister Boom-Boom? This tournament is supposed to be for Royals only.
Well, see for yourself. He IS, after all, a drag QUEEN. Now why did you call me over?
Look what he did. He ran the hearts and I had to guard the clubs, and Cinderella had to guard the spades, so he got the 3 of diamonds at trick 13. This wasn't supposed to be a cutthroat game.
*sigh* Mr. Wimple, please don't squeeze the Charmings.