Quote:
Originally posted by Lanesra:
M: Hello, I want to... Ooooh!
H: No, no, no. Hold your head like this, then go Waaah. Try it again.
M: uuuwwhh!!
H: Better, Better, but Waah, Waah! Put your hand there.
M: No.
H: Now..
M: Waaaaah!!!
H: Good, Good! That's it.
M: Stop hitting me!!
H: What?
M: Stop hitting me!!
H: Stop hitting you?
M: Yes!
H: Why did you come in here then?
M: I wanted to complain.
H: Oh no, that's next door. It's being-hit-on-the-head lessons in here.
M: What a stupid concept.
Apologies to the Monty Python team.
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M: Good morning.
P: Good morning sir, and welcome to the National Cheese Emporium.
M: Thank you my Good man.
P: And what can I do for you sir.
M: Well I was sitting at the public Library on Thurman Street skimming through a bit of Hugh Walpole when I suddenly came over all peckish.
P: Peckish sir?
M: Sulient.
P: ... eh? ...
M: *sigh* Eaowl 'ungry like.
P: Oh, hungry.
M: In a nutshell. And I thought to myself a little fermented curd would do the trick. So I curtailed my Walpoling activities, sallied forth, and infiltrated your place of commerce to negotiate the purchase of some cheesey comestibles.
P: ... come again? ...
M: I wanna buy some cheese.
P: Oh, I thought you were complaining about the bazookie (SP?) player.
M: Oh heaven forbid I cherish every manifestation of the Terpsichorean Muse.
P: ... sorry? ...
M: Ooooh, I like a nice tune.
P: Oh, so he can play on then can he?
M: Certainly...
And so on and so forth. I absolutely commend your choice of sketches Lanesra. Classics for sure!