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WereDrunk

Page history last edited by PBworks 14 years, 10 months ago

The transcript below isn't found on any Homestar Runner related thingy. Me and Lapper (Mostly Lapper) made it one day when we were bored.


 

Mike: We should get our old buddy, you know, the best film maker in Atlanta.

 

Matt: Craig?

 

Mike: No, not him.

 

Matt: The guy who made that film. about those guys. in that place You know, the uh... the uh... producer in Atlanta. Old, what's-his-name.

 

Missy: Eikhoff, Dear.

 

Mike: Right, him.

 

Matt: I SAW that film.

 

Mike: You did not.

 

Matt: I did.

 

Mike: How was it?

 

Matt: You really wanna know?

 

Missy: Yeah.

 

Matt: It was total crap. {Mike laughs} Seriously. Like, 0 out of 5, but the best total crap in the state!! I know. I know. Call him. {Matt dials}

 

{Dial tone}

 

{Twice}

 

{Thrice}

 

Chad: Who the crap are you guys?

 

Matt: Old friends, buddy. Back in Mrs. What's-her-name.

 

Chad: Stop bothering me or I'll call the cops!

 

Matt: Kindergarten class. No, wait {Mike is laughing hard}

 

{Tooooooo}

 

Matt: We're your buddies.

 

Mike: Nah... Just stick his name there.

 

Missy: Y'all are drunk as hell.

 

Matt: Right.

 

Mike: He wouldn't mind.

 

Matt: Just throw some animations from the sketchbook on there. Just... just use the scanner.

 

Missy: I'm taking you to a detox unit; your BAC is like 3 times the legal limit.

 

Matt: Don't take us to detox.

 

Mike: We're not even that drun...

 

Matt: Drunk. Right.

 

Mike: What was in this fried chicken?

 

Matt: honestly. We didn't drink anything.

 

Missy: I don't care. Y'all are so drunk.

 

Matt: Fine. Can... can...

 

Mike: Can we bring the chicken bucket with us?

 

Missy: No, just don't eat that. It's like basted in Everclear.

 

Mike: Hon, we're... right in the middle of making a cartoon...

 

Matt: A cartoon. {Missy drags them into car}

 

Matt: C'mon. I don't wanna go.

 

{Back in Chad's place)

 

Chad: Hon, who were those guys?

 

Wife: I think they went to your kindergarten class, dear.

 

Chad: Oh, those guys? They'll just probably throw my name on their cartoon for good measure. Bunch of losers.

 

{Cut to back of car, Missy dragging TBC by shirts}

 

Matt & Mike: We don't wanna go.

 

Matt: We're busy...

 

Mike: Lying about our cast...

 

Matt: Right, we're too busy... lying to go to detox.

 

Missy: Shut up. Jeez, Matt if you put me in that cartoon of yours...

 

Matt: Fine, fine.

 

Mike: You won't be in it.

 

Matt: Or at least you won't talk.

 

Missy: Honestly, this website idea of yours is completely bogus. Do you honestly think you can make a livin' off this?

 

Matt: Absolutely.

 

Mike: Definitely.

 

Matt: I'm quitting my job right now... {Dials cell phone}

 

{Missy grabs cell phone}

 

Missy: You better not.

 

Mike: I already have.

 

Missy: Mike, dang it, how are we going to support ourselves?

 

Mike: I don't know.

 

{Matt grabs cell phone, dials, yells incoherently, closes cell phone, hands back to Missy in under 2 seconds}

 

Matt: I just did, too. We're unemployed.

 

Mike: Wrong. We're self-employed.

 

{Missy groans, walks away}

 

Matt: We have the greatest jobs.

 

Mike: Yeah, I order the chicken, and you talk in various voices.

 

Matt: Right. And Missy... Missy... yells at us...

 

Mike: And tells us to do stupid things...

 

Matt: Like bathe... and eat... and... and... {Chokes}

 

Mike: And breathe...

 

Matt: {exhales} Stupid stuff like that...

 

Mike: Yeah...

 

Matt: Jeez, Mike, you have a bucket of chicken on your head.

 

Mike: Oh, Gosh. {takes off bucket} That's embarassing.

 

Missy: I swear, if you two get that drunk again, I won't tell you to when to breathe anymore.

 

Matt: You neglect us!

 

{end}

 

Mike: Wait, New Orleans is under water?

 

Missy: {Groans} Y'all are drunk as hell.

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