A bad thing? Nope.
Sounds like Killer Love Boat .
Hey, that’s good we don’t have the killers to worry about anymore. Now we can all just sit down and relax while we watch this video! I found it over there in the corner. There’s not any markings on it, so I don’t know what it is about, though I’m sure it will be fun.
No, Gene Hackman, Ernest Borgmine, Red Buttons, Roddy McDowall, Pamela Sue Martin and Shelly Winters sound like Killer Love Boat.
Now if we can hold on through the night . . .
I don’t know about you guys, but I’m going somewhere safe! Like the church built on the old Native American burial ground! Of course, to get there, I’ll have to drive down that old deserted road that passes over the stream where those kids died ten years ago tonight. But I’m sure it’ll be fine.
Well, if I were a serial killer, encountering someone with a bottle of Mad Dog would put me right off my killing spree for the night.
What, aren’t any members of the fairer sex going to have a semi-hysterical outburst, so I can shake them by the shoulders, tell them to get ahold of themselves and that there’s nothing to be afraid of, and that, look, I’ll go out to the storage shed myself to prove that it’s safe?
Ah, well. 
::Goes back to reading a book on field-dressing and kosher slaughtering, and making little snide comments about “conventional” morality::
Hey, wasn’t it in this very forum that, almost nine months ago, a group of dopers were brutally murdered? What a coincidence, huh? Lucky all the lights are on. Pass that J!
Funny, I did hear about a prison break earlier, a crazed murderer with a hook for a hand.
Good thing it was like, miles away from here.
Good thing we don’t have anything to worry about…
[spoken in soothing calm voice, almost maddeningly soothing]
Why yes, Ilsa. You’re quite correct in your memory. How tragic for you that this entire tawdry little incident has rung a bell. It’d have been so much easier on you if you didn’t remember the last time…
[/spoken in a soothing voice, almost maddeningly soothing]
As far as the cast, I’ll offer this up:
Maclain Stevenson as the sherriff with the dodgy eye and gargantuan revolver. He used to be in the Gang That Couldn’t Shoot Straight, but he never missed his mark and they threw him out.
Shelley Duvall as the graveyard shift waitress down at the Dip ‘N Sip. Oh, she knows where the bodies are buried but without a 20% tip she ain’t talkin’.
Cher, in a cameo role reprising her Dolly Pellecker character from “Silkwood”. She’s got a thing for Shelley Duvall, despite the fact that the girl comes home from the diner smelling more of formaldehyde than of eggs over easy.
Blair Underwood as the stony-faced Baptist Minister, Minister Underwoode. He’s been dipped in the river DeNial so many times that the killer could show him color photos and he’d refuse to believe who it was.
John Holmes as the decompsing corpse with a one of a kind weapon of mass destruction.
Cicely Tyson as Mother Underwood, the Minister’s mother. She knows. Ooooooooooooooh boy, does she know.
Dave Madden as the the town drunk, Philo. Formerly the manager of a highly successful family musical act, he spends his days wandering the back roads and alleyways taking Polaroid pictures.
Stephen King in a cameo role as a reporter from The National Tattler who winds up being gored to death late one night out on the Binder Road.
Cartooniverse
Well, if you insist.
[screams] We’re all gonna die! We’re all gonna die! We’re all gonna die! [/screams]
Have at it.
You’re right, nothing to worry about. I’m just going to keep on posting on through the rest of the night.
I’ve got my trusty guard dog here to protect me; he always lays down beside me while I’m on the internet.
There, see? I just reached down and he licked my hand. I’ll see y’all in the morning.
What was that sound in the driveway? Ehh. I bet it was just the wind.
Time for that shower.
I’ll just leave this bathroom window open and the shade up.
Hang on, I hear something in the kitchen cupboard…
AAGGGHHH!
Oh, silly me! It was just the cat. How you doin’, little shnoogle-fluff? You scared Mommy, yes you did!
jif jif jif pop pop pop…jif jif jif pop pop pop…
Hi guys! Oh, that noise you heard in the driveway? That was just me. What do you mean, how did I know you heard something? Well, um, I just figured…
Oh, and you didn’t hear me come in? Well, that’s odd…
Where’s my friend, you ask? Well, funny thing, she was gone when I went back to the car! She must have gone somewhere to find shelter, I thought maybe she’d come back here. Oh yeah, I forgot my flashlight, too. What’s that you’re looking at? Oh, this bloody rip in my jeans? Hmm, must have happened when I stumbled against the car bumper, or something…
So, anyone want a hit off this J?
…what?
You all really need to find something to occupy yourselves with.
Me- I’m working to open the nifty little puzzle box I got from the old hobo in the alley… ooooh! It’s starting to shift on it’s own & make nice tinkly music! CUTE!!!
Hmmm- must be a tremor, almost felt like the walls shifted.
What’s the pale blue light outside my door?
That’s really odd. Deep solemn bells are tolling.
Someone’s at the door…
"Why have you summoned us from Leviathan- Lord of the Abyss?
“What is your pleasure?”
Uh oh!
Not too cute!
Well, except for that bald leather babe with the facial piercings!