Do it for me Bobby. Come on, do it like you used to do.
Ah, please Jerry, there are other people in the room.
Come on! You've got to do it. I haven't heard it since Ronnie's first term. Come on, man. I love that imitation.
All right, but afterwards you've got to buy me a Danish, okay Ford? And an Espresso.
Deal. Now do it.
My dear Professor Strowski, twenty years ago I was banned from my homeland, parted from my wife and son, never to see them again. Why? Because I suggested to use the atomic elements for producing super-beings, beings of unimaginable strength and size. I was classed as a madman, a charlatan, outlawed in the world of science which had previously honored me as a genius. Now, here in this forsaken jungle hell I have proved that I am alright. No, Professor Strowski, it is no laughing matter ... Home ? I have no home. Hunted! Despised! Living like an animal... The jungle is my home. Then I will show the world I can be its master. I will perfect my own race of people, a race of atomic supermen which will conquer the world!
Wah hah hah heeheeheehee hee. Whew. A gah hah hah hoo hee hah hah...
Get a grip, Jerry. You're gonna give yourself a heart attack.
Har har har har, uh hee hee hee...
Come on now.
Huh huh ha, I'm sorry Bobby, man, but I just love that. You sound more like Lugosi than Lugosi does.
Well thanks Jerry. I'm partial to my Jimmy Cagney, myself.
No. The Lugosi. You should... you should do it at the hearings today. Loosen everyone up, show em you're a regular guy.
You really think they would like it? I do have it down pretty well...
Absolutely. I know these thing. I mean, you don't get to be president by knowing nothing.
©2005, Mark Hoback