The most disquieting aspect of the winning slapshot is the force with which it causes me to contemplate the Thai-expatriate-in-London version of the Benny Hill show. Obviously, you'd need a shriveled open-mouthed homunculean MC and foley effects from a grade school music appreciation class; but imagine the endless indelible nightmares you'd provoke if you added a surgically augmented Hanuman, fertility-goddess-ready Ultrawoman and the occasional voluptuous Kamen Rider V3 -- all fleeing the Tower o' London in Union Jack hats to wacky tympani music (bawoom!), of course.
Scrypt... you slay me man. I loved the monkey bit.
PS. Just ordered _distorture_ along with an xploding plastix CD that I've been lusting after for some time from amazon this afternoon. Looking forward to reading it.
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