For those who have not seen Dr Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, I just started watching it this evening on Hulu.
Gotta say, pretty amusing. Plus it has Felicia Day! Mmm... Felicia Day.. again...
Hey Gus... What are you doing?
Just got done watching Dr Tran. He’s a super action hero, if you didn’t know already.
That’s nice. Shouldn’t you be doing something productive?
Like what? Laborious homework? Laborious chores? Laborious labor longingly languishing low lest Lester learns of leotards with leopard leggings?
Sweet humping whales, what the Hell was that?
That’s what I call “originality,” my friend.
It’s diabolically stupid is what it is.
Why do you always insult me when I do something creative?
That wasn’t creative. You shat all over the English language and dry humped good taste like a horny English Terrier.
Did the dog use a condom at least?
Seriously, you need to stop talking now.
Fine…. What do you want then?
We need to work on our story.
Which one? The Skeletor story where he’s a philanthropist, the one where gigantic cats stomp around destroying Earth in the search for my catnip, or the story we tell the cops about where the bodies are.. oops.. I’ve said too much…
Umm, the first one. What’s the deal with the last one?
…Nothing. Movie I saw once. Starred Tara Reid, I think.
You would never purposely see a movie with her in it.
MST3K needs to do some recent movies.
I know, right? They could so make fun of Battlefield Earth, or Any of the horror movies to come out recently..
Or Schindler’s List.. Hee hee. So many opportunities for humor in that movie.
Ok, seriously. Your humor usually isn’t this bad, or insulting. Something going on that you’re not letting me in on?
…Well, I’m kind of tired. Maybe a little gassy. Do we have any Beano?
Might be up there next to your cologne in the bathroom.
Beano and coffee, friends at last!
So about the Skeletor story. How do you want it to start?
I’m thinking sexy intro with Evil-Lyn stripping in front of-
-Ok, I’m checking out for the rest of the eve. You should call your brother and play some Guitar Hero, since that doesn’t require a brain.
Hey, it’s hard to hit that damn orange button without you! I promise I won’t say anything derogatory or insulting for the next six hours.
Promise?
Promise.
Ok, good. Now what Tool songs do they have on that game?
Parabola, Vicarious and Schism. They really need Hooker with a Penis in this game.
Touché.
Hey Brain.
Yes, Gus?
I’m kind of hungry.
Well, why don’t you eat something?
All fine and good, but what do I want to eat?
How about a cold can of beans?
Ooh, like that Rorschach guy from Watchmen? I don’t have a mask though. I suppose I could put a sock over my head and-
Oh shut up. I heard smart writer guys like us eat cold cans of beans.
You want to know who else ate cans of cold beans?
Abe Vigoda?
No! Hitler!
I thought he was a Vegetarian.
Beans are a vegetable, dumbass. Are you drinking or something? You seem highly distracted.
I was contemplating before you so abruptly ruined my train of thought.
You’re always contemplating. “Does God really exist? Is it possible to make a never-ending roll of toilet paper? We need to consider the ramifications of killing everything on earth with lasers. I want to be jabbed with a Q-tip.”
Why do I even bother talking to you?
Technically, you’re not really talking with me. Technically you’re just a thought in my head that-
Oh, Smeg off and go eat your cold pork and beans.
So what were you thinking about this time?
If you must pry..
Oh, I must! I must!
Have you ever considered the thought that maybe, someday, we’ll find a long term girlfriend?
Well, yeah. We’ve been on a lot of dates, but the women are either insane, or fans of country music, or can’t stand football.
Maybe we are being too picky.
I don’t think so. It’s one thing to have different hobbies, but I draw the line at country music.
Perhaps we worry too much about hobbies, and not enough about the person behind the hobbies.
I thought about that too, Brain. The way I see it, if the only thing we have in common is our desire to drink the occasional drink at a local pub, then it isn’t going to work out. I expect more than that when it comes to common themes.
Ok, so the girl who liked football, and was working out, and loved writing and reading..
Never called me back after I called her.
What about the women you’ve dated who have children? Most of them are really attractive, smart, etc..
Children are something I don’t want to deal with right now. With those women, especially since I tend to think long term with my relationships, the two are intertwined. Plus there was that insane one. ::shudder::
So are you saying it’s worthless to even try?
Of course not! I believe we’ll find that special woman soon. I’m in no rush.
Maybe you should stop being a pansy and ask more women out.
Maybe I should stab you with a spork!
Speaking of sporks, I’m hungry. Can we go to KFC?
Not on our diet.
Fine. Can of cold beans then…
Brain: Hey Gus.. Gus.. HEY WAKE UP YOU WANKER!
Gus: ::snort:: huh.. Whazaahaafagahgh… ::snore::
Brain: God Dammit….. BOOBS!
Gus: ::snorf:: Whaboobs.. huh… Whaddya want Brain?
Brain: I have a philosophical quandary for you.
Gus: It’s 3:30 in the morning! Can’t this wait until morning?
Brain: No. I’ll make you hungry, or force your bladder to balloon like a bloated carcass if you don’t listen.
Gus: … you fight mean.
Brain: I know. That’s why I’m in charge of this ragtag hodgepodge of tomfoolery.
Gus: Well, get with the talkin’!
Brain: Do you think God exists in a literal sense, or was God’s ascension to the tip of the universal iceberg merely man yearning for an answer to the unknown questions?
Gus: … zzz....zzzz
Brain: Sigh.. OOOOOOH WE’RE HALFWAY THERE… OOOOOH WE’RE LIVIN’ ON A PRAYER
Gus: Blarg! You bastard!
Brain: Answer my question and we can go back to bed.
Gus: Fine.. God cannot be conceptualized by
Brain: Wait, I’m not done.
Gus: But I answered your question! Now I’m going to go back to thinking about the cute redhead in the Windows commercials, if you don’t mind.
Brain: Hold on there, Tiger. I have follow up question for you.
Gus: Fine! Hurry it up!
Brain: If God only exists within our own irrational thoughts, what is God’s purpose in the history of humanity?
Gus: Good lord, man. Isn’t it easier to explain lightning striking nearby as God’s anger? Isn’t it easier to explain a soft taco with the meat forming a face of Jesus as God’s Tweet?
Brain: Ok, point taken. We can continue this later.
Gus: Good. Night, Brain.
Brain: One last question!
Gus: What????
Brain: Did you get chocolate in my peanut butter, or did I get peanut butter in your chocolate?