Damn straight. But can I toss my hair around a lot, a la Kelly Garrett? Please? I’ll even put up with a few token knish jokes each episode.
Sure, if i can wear super-hero tights laden with a ripe cucumber…and say cool thinks like “This spork flies true for justice!”
That’ll get the sponsors.
I’d like to be the villian, you know, the purveyor of ultimate boredom. That’d kill 'em in the ratings.
Feh. Like you need it. But I like the tights. That’s a keeper.
Actually, if we’re going to have all this edible stuff…maybe we ought to approach the Food Channel.
I can just see our first quandry…trapped in the ice caves of the evil Professor Conundrum and his lethal cannula of pain. We’re freezing to death and I say…
“Wait! Just stick your hands in my knish and warm them! Then you can pick the lock and we can escape!”
Whaddya think?
Oooh! After warming my hands in your knish(and getting the cucumber off of the ceiling)…
I’d pull a Batman move. I’d just boomerang a spork into the lock and the door would open automatically. I dig it!
Good idea Hama, but make sure you don’t end up with the show put out too far after the watershed (if the food channel has such a thing…) - you won’t get the ratings then and doctor zero (saint zero can’t be a bad guy…except in his dual identity to mislead you) will win!
Jester…good decision, you can have your experiment kit back…bring on the puppy kibble (but I removed the make up from the bag…that only made it mad last time!)
See? I knew you’d think of something. And I’ll be sure to toss my hair around a lot while you’re doing that. Maybe I should have little holsters at my hips for my knishes?
What do you think of a sleek, black Emma Peele number? Something subtle like that…something that says, 'I’ve got hot knishes and I know how to use them."
Spork my knish, baby.
Yep, you need holsters, a cape, fishnet stockings and ummm…that’ll do.
Sauron: Are you hitting on my co-star? I do believe we have the role of “evil-guy-who-almost-kills-the-hero’s-but-gets-foiled-in-the-end” open… 
Yep, you need holsters, a cape, fishnet stockings and ummm…that’ll do.
Sauron: Are you hitting on my co-star? I do believe we have the role of “evil-guy-who-almost-kills-the-hero’s-but-gets-foiled-in-the-end” open…
ummm…disregard one of the posts, pick one.
Okay…how about this…Cobra, you are my partner. We fight crime, but no one knows our true identities. There’s lots of sexual tension, being tied up together, warming body parts in the old knish, you get my drift.
But Sauron…how about being the somewhat perplexed boyfriend? You have your suspicions about me, but you can’t put your finger on (no pun intended) what I’m doing with all those knishes I keep making. And any time you question me, I distract you with my plump knishes and lingering kisses.
crosses fingers–please let it work, please let it work–it’s about time the superheroine gets both guys
Spork my knish, baby.
Sauron, I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’
I’m cool with that…but, I do believe Sauron is perplexed already. We may wanna just leave him alone right now.
BTW— Is that both guys at the same time? We may have to move the show to the Playboy channel and I’ll have to distract my girlfriend somehow.
Sounds like a line from a cheesy love song. I like it!
We just can’t escape the food references, can we? Yeah, I see your point there. ‘If you like plump knishes…and getting caught in the rain…’
Cobra, it’ll work. And it frees you up to have your girlfriend–if you want her on the Playboy channel…well, now that’s up to you.
I read the OP and posted immediately. So I have no idea what the discussion is currently about.
"Moon Over Miami And You In The Bathroom With Bon Ami"
And, of course, I’m all for cheezy love songs.