INTRO Oh hi, and welcome to my very modern and chic 70s apartment of the future where things are totally not creepy and weird. Over here is my darkroom where I develop pictures of dead and/or angry people in curious poses…depicted in various stages of undress…so…no ugos. Speaking of no Read more…
Greetings Earthlings,
We are here for the shark slayer. The one your people call….Dreyfuss. Ahh…there he is now…good good he received our mind mail…. there were concerns about compatibility. We discussed sending a DM via Social Media. But that is still decades or more away. Spoiler, it changes everything. With great power come great responsibility #excelsior
Anywho, The ladies up here have authorized me to offer you a trade for these 100 totally not shark slayers for your 1 Dreyfuss, Shark slayer 100 percent.
Excellent ah. It would appear the trade has pleased Dreyfuss. So suck it and thank you people of earth for your sacrifice…. the universe will love you long time. am I saying that correctly?
Ha Now….to SPACE! Where we will engage the great space shark in a battle we will call Jaws X – little title Dreyfus in Space.
Oh wait. I almost forgot. Dreyfuss, would you like to say goodbye to anyone? No? perhaps your wife and kids? No? You sure…damn you are one cold hearted shark slayer…what’s that Dreyfuss..Scheider slayed the shark? You just poked it with a stick?
Well we got what we got. Someone get this human a stick….to SPACE!
Pilot PLAY THAT FUNKY BEAT.