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All aboard the smugbus.
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I think it’s “Poloman”, you know, some people have “man” in their last name.
Benjy: (confused) What? Sorry, what?
Indigo Zap: (tutting) Nope, wrong answer! Try one more time! Are! We gonna! Win?!
Ding: Ah! This is ridiculous! We’re never gonna get to CHS if we’re gonna carry on listenin’ to this cutie pie like this.
Benjy: Yeah. (angrily to Suri and Upper Crust) Hey, what’re you two tryin’ to pull on Indigo today, ladies? Is this some sorta competition so that it becomes every man for himself?
Ding: (angrily to Suri and Upper Crust) And every miserable women for themselves?
Suri Polomare: (threateningly) You two dare to call me and my friend that one more time, I swear—
Benjy: Right, that’s it. We’re takin’ the next bus. Let’s go, Ding.
Ding: Yeah, let’s go.
Indigo Zap: No, please. Don’t argue anymore like this. You guys’ll only just hurt everybody’s—
Benjy: (holding both his hands up to stop her talking) Look! Sorry to interrupt, but lemme tell ya summat. We’ve figured this nonsense several different ways possible. ’Cept every single time we did it, it was no good, ’cause no matter how we figured it, somebody in here didn’t even like the way did it at all. So now, there’s only one way to do the honours. And that means, every man, (pointing at Suri and Upper Crust) including the miserable ladies, for himself!
Ding: (heartily) So good luck, au revoir and may the best man here win!
Benjy: (to Suri and Upper Crust) Right! Except you, ladies. May the both of you and Cinch kindly just…drop dead!
The students look at them like if they’re a bunch of idiots. Indigo throws in a gesture and a tiny head shake that might be best translated as “Where’d they dig ’em up?”
Benjy: (confused) What? Sorry, what?
Indigo Zap: (tutting) Nope, wrong answer! Try one more time! Are! We gonna! Win?!
Ding: Ah! This is ridiculous! We’re never gonna get to CHS if we’re gonna carry on listenin’ to this cutie pie like this.
Benjy: Yeah. (angrily to Suri and Upper Crust) Hey, what’re you and your mate tryin’ to pull on cute Indigo today, creeps? Is this some sorta competition so that it becomes every man for himself or summat?
Ding: (angrily to Suri and Upper Crust) And every emotionless monsters for themselves?
Suri Polomare: (threateningly) You two dare to call me and my friend that one more time, I swear—
Benjy: Right, that’s it. We’re takin’ the next bus. Let’s go, Ding.
Ding: Yeah, let’s go.
Indigo Zap: No, please. Don’t argue anymore like this. You guys’ll only just hurt everybody’s—
Benjy: (holding both his hands up to stop her talking) Look! Sorry to interrupt, but lemme tell ya summat. We’ve figured this sorta crud for over several different ways possible. ’Cept every single time we did it, it was no good, ’cause no matter how we figured it, somebody in here didn’t even like the way did it at all. So now, there’s only one way to do the honours. And that means, every man, (pointing at Suri and Upper Crust) including the daughters of Cinch, for himself!
Ding: (triumphantly) So good luck, au revoir and may the best man here win, y’all!
Benjy: (to Suri and Upper Crust) Right! Except you, daughters of Cinch. May the both of you, including Cinch, kindly just…burn in hell!
The students look at them like if they’re a bunch of idiots. Indigo throws in a gesture and a tiny head shake that might be best translated as “Where’d they dig ’em up?”
Benjy: (confused) What? Sorry, what?
Indigo Zap: (tutting) Nope, wrong answer! Try one more time! Are! We gonna! Win?!
Ding: Ah! This is ridiculous! We’re never gonna get to CHS if we’re gonna carry on listenin’ to this cutie pie like this.
Benjy: Yeah. (angrily to Suri and Upper Crust) Hey, what’re you and your mate tryin’ to pull on cute Indigo today, creeps? Is this some sorta competition so that it becomes every man for himself or summat?
Ding: (angrily to Suri and Upper Crust) And every emotionless monsters for themselves?
Suri Polomare: (threateningly) You two dare to call me and my friend that one more time, I swear—
Benjy: Right, that’s it. We’re takin’ the next bus. Let’s go, Ding.
Ding: Yeah, let’s go.
Indigo Zap: No, please. Don’t argue anymore like this. You guys’ll only just hurt everybody’s—
Benjy: (holding both his hands up to stop her talking) Look! Sorry to interrupt, but lemme tell ya summat. We’ve figured this sorta crud for over several different ways possible. ‘Cept every single time we did it, it was no good, ‘cause no matter how we figured it, somebody in here didn’t even like the way did it at all. So now, there’s only one way to do the honours. And that means, every man, (pointing at Suri and Upper Crust) including the daughters of Cinch, for himself!
Ding: (triumphantly) So good luck, au revoir and may the best man here win, y’all!
Benjy: (to Suri and Upper Crust) Right! Except you, daughters of Cinch. May the both of you just…burn in hell!
The students look at them like if they’re a bunch of idiots. Indigo throws in a gesture and a tiny head shake that might be best translated as “Where’d they dig ’em up?”
Driver: Glad to hear you say so. I must say if I had the grievous misfortune to be a worker of your benighted academy, I shall be the most hesitant in offering any criticism whatever of any other.
Indigo Zap: Wait a sec, you knockin’ our school? You sayin’ summat against the Crystal Prep Academy?
Driver: Against it?! I should be positively astonished to hear if anything could be said FOR it! Why, the whole bloody place is the most unspeakable matriarchy in the whole history of education itself! Look at yourself! And the way your dean and that strumpet of a principal push you and your friends through the hoop! As far as I can see, you students have been highly emasculated! You lot are like enslaved people. You lot die like flies from coronary thrombosis et cetera, et cetera, while all the staff do is sit in the staff room eating chocolates and arranging every single second Tuesday to be some sort of a Mother’s Day theme! And this positively infantile preoccupation with bosoms! In all my time in this wretched godforsaken place, the one thing that has appalled me most of all is this preposterous preoccupation with bosoms! Don’t you care to realise that they have became the most dominant theme in all of culture itself. In literature, advertising, all things and that, everything! I’ll wager you lot anything you like that if the women in the staff stopped wearing brassieres, your whole school’s reputation would collapse overnight!
(The students look at him like if he’s an idiot. Indigo throws in a gesture and a tiny headshake that might be best translated as “Where’d they dig him up up?”)
Benjy: “Sorry, what?”
Indigo Zap: “Wrong answer! Try again! Are we gonna win?!”
Benjy: “Look! We figured it over several different ways, ‘cept every time we did it, it was no good, ‘cause no matter how we figured it, somebody here didn’t even like it. So now, there’s only one way of how to figure it and that means every dude, includin’ this here emotionless cyborg, for himself!”
Ding: “So good luck, au revoir and may the best dude here win, y’all!”
Benjy: (To Suri) “Right! Except you, madam. May you and Cinch kindly just…well…DROP DEAD!!!”
(The students look at them like if they’re nuts. Indigo throws in a gesture and a tiny head shake that might be best translated as “Where’d they dig ’em up?”)
[bq=“Background Pony #D50B”]Indigo Zap: “How’re we gonna solve the case, Mike?”
Ludlow: (Taking off his headphones) “Sorry, what?”
Indigo Zap: “Wrong answer! Try again! Are we gonna win?!”
Ludlow: “Oh, the Friendship Games you say, huh?”
Indigo Zap: “Uh, yeah, Lud.”
Ludlow: “Oh, yeah, yeah, sorry, Indie. I didn’t pay attention to what you said, ‘cause, um…hmm…oh, what happened? Oh, wait, yes. I remember now! (pointing at his handheld console) I’M TRYIN’ TO SAVE THE WORLD FROM ANNIHILATION!!! ARE YOU NUTS?!?!” YOU CRACKER!!!”
(The students look at him like if he’s insane. Indigo throws in a gesture and a tiny head shake that might be best translated as “Where’d they dig him up?”
Strax: “Well, my boy, if we are to win this games that you say, I strongly advise the issuing of scissor grenades, limbo vapour and triple-blast brain spitters.”
(The students look at the Sontaran like if he’s a complete idiot.)
Strax: “Just generally. Remember, we are going to hostile territory.”
(The people still look at him like if he’s going round the twist. Indigo throws in a gesture and a tiny head shake that might be best translated as “Where’d they dig him up?”)
Mike Tight: “Formula, my friend, formula. Serial killers work to a formula bound pattern. And by following the formula of cop/serial killer films, we can capture our villain. We’ve had one murder already before the opening credits and another about ten minutes into the film. We must catch this villain before he strikes again.”
(The people look at him like if he’s an idiot)
Mike Tight: “OK, so there might be a bit of a shootout and some male bonding, but at least we’ll end up with a cheeky grin and a high-five. Questions?
(The people still look at him like if he’s going round the twist. Indigo throws in a gesture and a tiny head shake that might be best translated as “Where’d they dig him up?”
I wonder about Neon Lights and Vinyl Scratch.