Wow. IT looks deceptively harmless. I wonder where IT keeps ITs nunchucks.
In that cute little wispy bit of hair in the front. IT must have telescoping nunchucks, so they can fit.
And looks are most definitely deceiving…IT may look harmless, but under that unassuming smile lies a tiger ready to strike if you even think about using your cell phone when you come and out (which is far different than LEAVING, apparently).
Don’t make IT angry. You wouldn’t like IT when IT’s angry…
It puts the lotion on its skin . . . .
(This thread is kind of creeping me out, really, because the pattern is simplicity its self.)
“It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again. Yes, it will, Precious, won’t it? It will get the hose!”
ARTHUR: Oh, Robin!
ROBIN: My liege! It’s good to see you!
KNIGHTS OF NEE: Aaaaugh!
HEAD KNIGHT OF NEE: He said the word!
ARTHUR: Surely you’ve not given up your quest for the Holy Grail?
MINSTREL (singing): He is sneaking away and buggering up–
ROBIN: Shut up! No, no no-- far from it.
HEAD KNIGHT: He said the word again!
ROBIN: I was looking for it.
KNIGHTS: Aaaaugh!
ROBIN: Uh, here, here in this forest.
ARTHUR: No, it is far from–
KNIGHTS: Aaaaugh!
HEAD KNIGHT: Aaaaugh! Stop saying the word!
ARTHUR: Oh, stop it!
KNIGHTS: Aaaaugh!
HEAD KNIGHT: Oh! He said it again!
ARTHUR: Patsy!
HEAD KNIGHT: Aaugh! I said it! I said it! Ooh! I said it again!
KNIGHTS: Aaaaugh!
I knew Irish Trad fosters a slight aversion to high technology gear, but I had no idea…