Late Night TV Crue/November 9th: The Bash Cracks Corn But Jimmy don't care...
The Bash Cracks Corn But Jimmy don't care...
Well, I guess I spoke too soon. The Bash came back to Ruddlebank and seems to be causing a lot of strife for those who actually care about being alive. The mall is holding, but poor Soap Opera Hospital has been pretty much over-run. Last time I went in there, there was no one but poor Zhilooser standing there, alone, all zombiefied. It was almost sad. I almost revived him. Then I laughed at myself, because of course there is nothing but weapons in my inventory!
So Jimmy and I finally found each other amongst all this chaos, and our crazy schedules finally worked out where we get to do a little work together. You know how the biz is... it's hell on celeb couples! Actually you don't really know. Don't kid yourself that reading reams of people magazine, spanking it to the faked nude pictures of me on the internet, and high-pitched giggling to the crap Perez Hilton spews on his site means you actually KNOW anything about us really. Anyway, it was nice to see MAH MAN.
What better way to celebrate our reunion that an killing spree? (we'd already done the sex thing, thanks)
So, given The Dorkstyle General is in ruins, we headed into the mall to find any straggling Dorkyries. They're never in short supply anywhere - given their many alts and their unflagging masochism, there's a never ending stream of Mooney-eyed canon fodder. Sure enough in the North West quadrant, we found a heap of them, and resolved to reduce as many of them into a heap… er… as possible.
Long story short we decided to kill:
The TRAITOR: chillpill
The COWARD: John Ramirez
And...
The RADIO OPERATOR: Dragon Fang.
As luck would have it, I got all three kills. Poor Jimmy did at LEAST half the work!
Ah well.
I made sure to point out to the folks in mall these three folks’ strong points.
Oh and HI SOUTHWESTY! We didn’t kill you again! Seriously though – stop trying to talk all nicey-nice with zombies. They don’t care! They just want your brain! SEE? I’m even giving you the benefit of the doubt that you HAVE a brain that a zombie might eat, all evidence to the contrary with your choice of allegiance! Maybe you want a part on one of our shows instead? I’m sure Stephen has some space on his casting couch if you wanna talk about it…
So, that was our Friday outing! Have a nice weekend everyone! Kiss kiss!!--Sarah Silverman 22:22, 9 November 2007 (UTC)
