Biff: Today, I received my second offense for illegal use of internet. Downloaded music. Of course it was Fleet Foxes (you guys might not have heard of them, they're kinda like, underground). Sometimes I feel that The Man is just tryna crush my inner karmic forces, you know just raping me repeatedly with the giant Viagra'd dicks of Billboard Hot 100 execs. It's like, how many tribulations must we suffer as a community of activists fighting against mainstream thought before we open the eyes of the people? Persecution for the pursuit of independence! Am I just a martyr for the cause? Maybe. It's just so fucked up man, so fucked up.
Alice: Ew gross Biff, you downloaded fox porn? That is so nasty.
Biff: Get out Alice, this is my interview. Just go downstairs and try to throw up your lunch or something!
Alice: God Biff, I'm just trying to be a supportive twin, and like, make you look more popular in your interview, but I guess you don't want that, do you? And stop making fun of the fact that I can't make myself throw up because I have no gag reflex, that's basically sexual harassment, which is so gross since you're my brother. And I don't even need to throw up my lunch because I had french fries and an apple, so they cancel each other out. It's called algebralimia. Sorry not sorry that I'm being creative with limiting my diet, and you're just sitting around, getting fat and watching fox porn! (She takes a package of Oreos off of Biff's desk and stomps out of the room eating two at the same time, slamming the door behind her.)
(as the door slams) Biff: Fleet Foxes isn't fox porn!
Biff (looks at camera): It's not fox porn, I swear.
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