Who is he talking to? How does he make his voice do that?

Los Angeles…he walks again by night!

At Drucker and Fourth he turns left.

At Fourth and Drucker he turns right.

He crosses MacArthur Park, and walks into a brick sandstone building. (“Oof! My nose!”)

He climbs the thirteen steps to his office, opens the door.

He’s ready for action, he’s ready for excitement, he’s ready for anything! He’s…

::phone rings::

“Nick Danger, Third Eye.”

(phone) “I’ll have a pizza to go, with no anchovies.”

“No anchovies? You’ve got the wrong man. I spell my name - Danger.” ::hangs up::

(phone) “What?”

I’ve never heard a :phone before. What’s it sound like?

A razzberry, perhaps.

“Brought to you by Loostener’s Castor Oil Flakes,
The ALL WEATHER BREAKFAST!

“You can wait here in the sitting room…or sit here in the waiting room.”

Man, this forum is becoming more mundane and pointless than ever. Maybe I’ll start a thread of quotes from the Gettysburg Address…

Naah…the world would little note nor long remember such a thread.

What the hell is going on here?

to engage in a great civil war would test whether that thread or any thread so conceived and so dedicated could long endure.

Demo: Ahhhhh, you kids today.

Here’s what you have to do: Take a whole buncha drugs, then sneak into your Mom’s* place and swipe her old FIRESIGN THEATER albums. See if you can find a turntable somewhere, and listen to them.

  • Remember her? She conceived you in liberty.

“Porgy? Porgy Tirebiter!”

—Eve (who remembers the early 1970s . . . )

Oh, Eve! You don’t know the half of it!

“Mr. Stones, there’s some high-heeled furrin’ lady and her haythen sarvant waitin’ on the footpad below”

“Ahhh! A case at last! Show her up!”

“I’ll be glad to, Mr. Stones”

:: Loudly ::

“Mr. Stones will see you now, you cheap whore!”

“There; that’ll show her up!”

No luck there. Crap, I think my mom missed the 70s and the 60s for that matter. She went straight from the 50s to the 80s, nonstop. Sounds interesting though, especially the taking drugs part. :wink:

I wonder where Ruth is?

You’re lucky you still have your brown paper bag, small change!

What’s all this brou ha ha??
She lay spread eagle on the floor… I knocked the eagle off…

Brou ha ha? Ha, ha, ha.