24th February 2005, 1:24 AM
So, we have two alien races bent on... being complete loosers really... Behold their completely retarded plans for world domination!
From attempting to cash a giant radioactive BILL at a convenience store to sending a retarded clone with a radio sticking out of it to replace "Major Shake", they just don't have it together...
So, who will win in their idiotic competition with each other?!
Moonenites: *flip off the Plutonians*
Plutonian leader guy: Your fingers seem to be all up in our grill when they would be better placed... CRAMMED UP YOUR BUTTOCKS! Flip them off Emory!
Emory: Um... I'm trying... It's not... it's not working...
Plutonian Leader: Then show them the dark side of the Plutonian moons!
*plutonians moon the moonenites*
Ir: Hey what... dude they're mooning us!
Ignignot: Impossible! We are the moonenites! Engage countermoonification at once! *turns around, but due to total lack of arses, the mooning doesn't occur... at all*
Ignignot: Please Ir your buttocks are so small it barely registers as a moon.
Ir: Then it's time for a full frontal!
Ignignot: Yes Ir open the door to your sunshine.
Ir: Oh yeah put em on the glass!
DJ: And um... so yeah... how long before they crash their ships into each other in a misguided game of chicken?
From attempting to cash a giant radioactive BILL at a convenience store to sending a retarded clone with a radio sticking out of it to replace "Major Shake", they just don't have it together...
So, who will win in their idiotic competition with each other?!
Moonenites: *flip off the Plutonians*
Plutonian leader guy: Your fingers seem to be all up in our grill when they would be better placed... CRAMMED UP YOUR BUTTOCKS! Flip them off Emory!
Emory: Um... I'm trying... It's not... it's not working...
Plutonian Leader: Then show them the dark side of the Plutonian moons!
*plutonians moon the moonenites*
Ir: Hey what... dude they're mooning us!
Ignignot: Impossible! We are the moonenites! Engage countermoonification at once! *turns around, but due to total lack of arses, the mooning doesn't occur... at all*
Ignignot: Please Ir your buttocks are so small it barely registers as a moon.
Ir: Then it's time for a full frontal!
Ignignot: Yes Ir open the door to your sunshine.
Ir: Oh yeah put em on the glass!
DJ: And um... so yeah... how long before they crash their ships into each other in a misguided game of chicken?
"On two occasions, I have been asked [by members of Parliament], 'Pray, Mr. Babbage, if you put into the machine wrong figures, will the right answers come out?' I am not able to rightly apprehend the kind of confusion of ideas that could provoke such a question." ~ Charles Babbage (1791-1871)