Mr. Torretta is on a creative sabbatical, recharging the award-winning comedic talents that have brought joy and laughter to millions of kids of all ages. In the interim, the studio has asked the new lord and master of the entire universe to entertain America. Please give a warm welcome for our guest host, Scattering Subjugation:
Thank you, thank you. Please. I'm holding up my hand now, that means stop. Don't make me flatten you like bugs. Which I can do. That's better.
Today's guests include a dead fish and a sign haphazardly written in English. And after the break, we'll return for the musical stylings--just a minute here. Tim, where's the guy on the couch? I said haphazardly, I want to hear a deep, stupid voice chortle and repeat that. It's comedy gold, listen to it, haphazardly. Tim, you told me there'd be someone dumber and fatter here to make me look good and help all those idiots figure out when to laugh. No, I don't care--cancer, huh? What is this, an afterschool special? You're fired. Into space.
Ladies and gentlemen, tomorrow we'll have a very special show for you as Tim presents a once-in-a-lifetime look at the Sun from inside Mercury's orbit. The Sun's intense radiation will scramble Tim's insides within seconds, so be sure to tune in right on the hour.
Right, nearly time for the commercial break. So quickly here, we have a large, orange, dead fish that, I'm told, has huge fangs. Apparently the studio couldn't afford a shot of the fangs. And below is a sign from a movie theater. Or thea-treh, as the Brits say. Thea-treh. What's even the point without someone to repeat the jokes. That's it, I'm leaving.
- Gyaa! I'm never give up
Naka-ku, Hiroshima
730-0803
JAPAN
