{mobo85 marches backwards off screen}
Scott: What in the-
{mobo85 sticks his head back in}
mobo85: Oh, and if you change your mind, and you wanna trade in that skirt you’re wearing for a nice pair of camos, we’re having a pep rally up at the stick in oh-fifteen minutes.
My evidence that my brain is defective also comes from a foreign language class. I took French class in high school and one of the lessons contained a sentence that I’m sure never has been uttered with a straight face in the history of the French language.
“Oh, mama, quelle beau choufleur!” (Oh, mother, what a beautiful cauliflower!)
For 30 years, this is the French tidbit I remember.
“Burnt toast! I smell BURNT TOAST!!!”
A part of our heritage. loon calls
What I remember from my first German class:
Was tust du? (What are you doing?)
Ich übe Geige. (I’m practicing the violin.)
Bist du müde? (Are you tired?)
Ja. (Yes.)
Wohin geht Peter (Where’s Peter going?)
An den See. (To the lake.)
Wo ist Monica? (Where is Monica?)
Im Boot. (In the boat.)
Du Fritz, warum bist do so traurig? (Hey, Fritz, why are you so sad?)
Richard ist krank. (Richard is sick.)
Dort steht der neue Mercedes! Klasse, was? (There’s the new Mercedes. Classy, eh?)
Blau is meine lieblingsfarbe. (Blue is my favourite colour.)
Stop putting words in my mouth. I get to say what I want, when I want, to who I want- unless the zombies take me over again. (Long story.)
Although we are looking for a replacement for Lt. Benedetto. Will you bring a sack lunch and some orange slices for me and serve your country? Will you, stupid?
Scottbad: Um… no. I don’t really have any interest in invading my own–Wait, what 's that ? Why, it’s OtakuLoki probing at Kythereia’s exposed brain. Why, I’ve gone back 6 post in time and I can now –
Scottbad:AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! I’ve gotten trapped in some kind of infini–infany–, aw, heel, time is repeating on me, much like Strongsad’s incessant requests for me to stop using him as a chair.
Well, I know what to do! Head off to the flirting thread, to find true love, and get out of this endlessly repeating cycle. You know–
Scottbad:AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! You don’t understand! You all understand! I mean, don’t understand. AAAUUUGGGHHH!
{Scottbad runs off screen, very distraught. Teh Cheat makes some Cheat noises that sound like ‘Hey wait’, and follows him.}
Daisy,…daaaisssyyyyy Dave??? daaaaaaaiisssssyyyyyyyyyyyy. 