And now to save time, the condensed PG-rated version of "Showgirls."
I'M NOT A SLUT!!
Shut up before I slice open your belly and rape you, whore!
I'M NOT A SLUT!!
I like your spunk! Surely you will climb the dizzying heights of dancing stardom, only to be cast down when you realize nobody likes you and you have the body of an overbaked chicken!
I'M NOT A SLUT!!
Who the fuck cares, I just want fries with my milkshake, you Screech-fucking whore!
Evolution is only a theory designed to undermine the belief in God so everybody stops listening and conforming to pre-set standards!
Actually, evolution has nothing to do with God. It's just a way of explaining how we came to be and what we might become. Darwin himself cursed that his discoveries were taken the wrong way.
Pah! You liberals just want to undermine God so we can all start fucking gophers! It's only a THEORY, anyway!
You're taking the definition of theory wrong anyway. Evolution has proof and isn't being used by us to achieve an elitist structure just so we can play holier-than-thou!
I believe in God, hence I'm better than you!
Idiot, please, you're only the cashier at this Wal-Mart. Now get back to making $1.25 and ring up my gold bars!
Thrown by an evil witch into the vortex of time, Brave Good Knight must triumph to return home! Joined by his astronaut buddy Buck Ryan, they are....STRANGERS IN TIME....
Pray thee, good sir, doth know a way out of here?
Er, not really.
Why, good sir, doth thou technology good enough?
Well, not really. You see, this thing only keeps out farts.
Fate tis a cruel bitch.
Plus I haven't bathed in days. Seriously, it's like a cheese festival in here and nobody covered the gouda.
Hello, I'm a drug addict who will retreat further into his dementia by using odd things as drugs, like bug spray and anal sex.
I see.
Then I'll move to Tangiers and become so self-involved that I'll invent a new way of writing which will take the world by storm, yet still my dire personal life will mar any success I have.
Oh Christ, aren't you fucked up? Go the fuck away you goddamn old zombie of a loser!
Then I'll just write snippets, publish them for $15 a pop, and be subtly 'underground.' And use insect imagery to affect the schism between humanity and conformity.
That's very nice. Say, do you have any drugs on you now? I would hate to slice you open only for wearing that fancy Armani suit like a jerk.
Think that's weird? Some strange girl with a 'psychology stand' tried to probe my thoughts until I maced her and left her in the middle of the street.
Some annoying jerk was playing this tiny piano that came out of nowhere, so I called the cops on him and busted him for noise pollution.
And what about that loser who tried to kick a football and snapped his spine in two? He was bitching so much that I killed his dog with my sniper rifle.
That damn beagle that kept sitting on top of that doghouse with the fighter helmet?
Hey, give him a few more years and he's Old Yeller.