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Hey,
hello! Hi there ladies and gents, it's time for another of my weird tales. |
It's
come to my attention that a number of you weren't all that crazy about my
last adventure, 'The Haunted Houseboat'™, the story of how I won a ten
million dollar bet from James Cameron by staying on his damnable ship from
hell for twenty-four hours. |
Many
viewers claimed that I didn't act tough enough, and of this I plead guilty.
I was trying to show a different, more nuanced side, but in show biz a man
needs to stick with what he knows. |
Some
of you blamed a lackluster performance by Jumpin' Joe Lieberman. I want to
make it clear that I stand 100% behind Joe. And oh, you should see all the
whining and moaning about the appearance of Reese Witherspoon I've had to put up with. 'She
was hardly in the story, John'. Well, pipe down, people, it was a guest
appearance, and we're lucky to have had her at all. |
And
yes, I'll agree that the supporting actors were a bit underutilized,
although I'm pleased to say that one of them showed genuine star power, and
is here tonight as my new sidekick. Say hello to TV Zombie! |
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There's
no more John McCain news? |
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AWWKK! |
Oh.
I'm sorry, folks. Chucky is trying to say that it's time to introduce
tonight's
chilling new episode of Weird Tales, a mind blistering episode that might
just shake you down to the naked foundation of your most primal fear. Tell
us what it's called, Chucky. |
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John McCain's Weird Tales is proud to present... |
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Good
morning. White House, Office of the President, how the heck may I help you? |
Go'od
mor'ningah. Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. |
I'm
sorry, but I can't understand a thing you're saying. Could you try that
again in English? |
Go'od
mor'ningah. Mayg I spe'ak to G'eor'ge Bushgn pl'ease. |
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Dread
Cthulhu. |
Okay,
Mister Cthulhu, hold a sec... Hey, Boss, you know anybody by the name of Dread
Cthulhu? |
Great
Lord Cthulhu! How the hell did he get my office number? I... I guess I
better take it. |
Cthulhu
fhtagn. How you doin', big guy? ......yeah... yeah... yeah, it has been, but
not long enough for me... No... No... Just kidding, I was just kidding.
Cthulhu fhtagn.... okay... okay... Next Friday might be... Okay, then,
we'll go by your schedule... Cthulhu fhtagn. |
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Shut
up, Turdflower. I'll kick your ass later, but now it's imperative that I
tell you a story that might just shake you down to the naked foundation of
your most primal fear. It's a tale about a man - nay, not a man, but a
monstrous thing - a thing beyond time and space that is known as the high
priest of the Great Old Ones. A thing known as Lord Cthulhu. |
Come
on, boss, this thing isn't real. Cheney or someone has been pulling your
leg. |
Not
real? Is the wind not real, nor the stars, nor the night? Does not the
Necronomicon say "That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange
aeons even death may die." I know that Lord Cthulhu is real, for I myself
have stared in quivering awe upon his face. |
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But alas, there would never be a part 2. Or maybe there was and I accidentally deleted it. Or it sucked and I deleted it on purpose. What the hell. We'll never know. |
©2007, Mark Hoback