Give Me The Brain
Long hours, ugly clothes, and only one brain to pass around.
But the day is almost over, you've got one more easy task, and life is pretty good.
If you can just get your hands on the brain.
It's a rainy day in Spring.
You're jobless and listless.
And you live in your parent's basement.
So, what's wrong?
Your friends have decided to try and get jobs. Get lives. Move out of their parent's basements.
And you're stupid enough to race them.
Before I Kill You, Mister Bond...
Imagine, just once, luring the master spy into your evil lair and putting a bullet in his head.
Imagine avoiding the temptation to gloat over your prize, to tell him your secret plans, to let him escape certain death and blow up your lair in the process.
"Before I kill you, Mister Bon, I am going to tell you my entire life story, because I believe that you are the only man alive who would understand..."
It's that time again.
Time to put on your tights and trot out your tired old act at the Merrie King James Faire.
It's not your favorite job. The costume is itchy, the sun is hot, and Richard, the faire director, hates all the funniest parts of your show. Yet for some reason you keep doing this year after year.
But this year, the money's running out, and the faire is firing almost everyone. If you don't please the crowds, and Richard, the faire is going to fire you, too.
Pleasing both Richard and the public is going to be pretty tough. So say goodbye to your dignity and scream a boisterous "Huzzah!"