TOM slams down menu: “So! Your kids menu has dino nuggets and fish sticks on it, but not a SINGLE CHILD basted in it’s OWN JUICES?! GET ME YOUR MANAGER! Or I will take my nightmare horror spikes to CRACKER BARREL!”
Skip, sorta singing: “Hey, I just met you and this is crazy, but here’s my number, so impale you on a spike, maybe?” (She runs away, dialing 911) Skip: “Gotta work on my pick-up lines. How about ‘Is Heaven missing an angel? Cuz you like something that DIED! On a SPIKE!’ Yeah, that’s it!”
SKIP: “Remember how I said that no one reads our newspaper? Even though it’s a sheet of A4, folded in half, so that you can only read the headline, so you don’t notice that the rest of it’s just one coupon for $5 off an oil change at Jiffy Lube, and then 39 coupons that say ‘BUY LISA’S STORY?!” (now shrieking) “I hope—NO ONE FINDS OUT! That SUBSCRIPTIONS NEED TO BE—SPIKED! SPIKED! SPIII—III-KED!” (brings out a big ol’ spike) (She does not react. As she is just a cardboard cutout. SKIP mumbles “Tomorrow, gonna get my money back from the Spike Depot”)
I thought on Sunday that if today had Ed, it might finally turn back into CS. If it involves comics or author inserts, the Funkvasion will continue. Think she’s going to shadow Skip the Dip to part 3 of the Battom Thomas interview?
TOM slams down menu: “So! Your kids menu has dino nuggets and fish sticks on it, but not a SINGLE CHILD basted in it’s OWN JUICES?! GET ME YOUR MANAGER! Or I will take my nightmare horror spikes to CRACKER BARREL!”