We wouldn't. *This* is a glockenspiel.
*THIS* is an accordion.
While *this* is a...
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Poorly peeled prawn, by the looks of things.
Sick burn.
Actually he caught something by standing too close to Comte and had to burn everything, including body hair.
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Oh, good grief.
RIGHT! STOP THIS NONSENSE IMMEDIATELY, OR BECOME INTIMATELY ACQUAINTED WITH THAT GIANT MONKEY'S DIGESTIVE SYSTEM AGAIN!
I hear GoatToucher is looking for new lab assistants.
You could volunteer them.
They passed thru once and didn't learn their lesson.
I don't think a second trip will make much of a difference.
I took classical piano lessons. they were nice.
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That was his music teacher hoping to pound some talent into his head.
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Well, waste not, want not. A nip and a tuck and a bit of corrugation and we'll have turned that worn-out old glockenspieler into a 'shabby chic' accordion in no time.
So long as Naphtali and Enrico are alright, we can rebuild. How's about it, lads?
Go peddle your fish elsewhere!
No escape from reality.
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*Looks at Caught in a Landslide.*
What are you talking about? It's EASY, just remember that there's ALWAYS an escape from reality.
*Sees Pulg hit Plugewein's Fairy Klezmer Band for the fish remark.*
This is getting out of hand, someone stop them fighting before mother's get insulted (actually, MY mother can be insulted as she's been dead for a very long time and I never cared for her anyway).
Put a blunderbuss against his head pulled the trigger now he's deeeaaaaAAddd. Arr
I think some mindfulness training for my unruly musicians might help. Either that, or you can have them all for your Circus of Wonder in return for £14.60.
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I would never deny you, the privilege of presenting your talented musicians to the world.
*Looks in the direction of the unruly musicians.*
So, I'll be more than happy to provide some "mindfulness training".
*With a mere flick of the finger, all of Pulg's Fairy Bands stop fighting and begin to apologise to eachother and Pulg whilst tidying up the mess that they made.*
There we are, I hope that was satisfactory for you. If not, you already have your refund.
*Pulg quickly checks his pockets (not that he had any), and finds £14.60, despite not giving away any money.*
Mother, life had jush begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
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*Sean-Connery7 is promptly devoured by Vidmaster7's beard.*
That's just disturbing on a whole new level.
*Only now notices Dr. Lao and gets excited.*
Dr. Lao? I haven't seen you since before I became a vampire, when I was a young lad of 8 going on 9. And that was at least, 600,000 years ago (with you telling me that you were, at the time, 7322 years old).
GARYCON, GARYCON
It do to me.
*When Vidmaster7 (or rather his very dad version) then tells Pulg that he (Pulg) isn't Bacon Gains, the latter consumes the former.*
Aziff! Nothing really matters!
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Is he to make sure your goldfish stays in his bowl?
Is he to make sure your goldfish stays in his bowl?
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Actually, Captain Spalding was talking about THIS.
*Shows Bacon Gains a "fish" in a glass bowl full of water.*
Behold! A genuine, bonifide, sea serpent. In the water, he is small, insignificant, petite. But out of the water, he doubles his size every ten seconds until he has reached his full growth.
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It's nice to know that people know what I'm talking about. I saw the movie once, as young child of 5 or 6 (maybe younger/older, definitely before the turn of the millennium) and it's stuck with me ever since. In fact, just yesterday, I got the book the film is based on (with the film -on blue ray DVD- on its way).
I started a thing and I am proud.