(knocking) Oh, it’s you.
I heard we’ll be drinking mystery juice tonight.
You heard right, but this time it won’t be piss in a jug.
We’ll see.
It’s best not to speak too soon.
Instead of settling for piss, what would you say to trying something that’s both new
and rhymes with new?
I would say nothing and wait for further illumination, except I didn’t.
I just said something.
What is it?
Goo!
Goo?
The very same.
The fabled goo, said to be 1000 times eucalyptus extract.
So potent that all who encounter it are reduced to the intellectual level of beer swilling
cricket spectators.
And we’re gonna get some.
And go to the cricket?
We’re gonna need some supplies: get me three smoke bombs, a hefty jug of mystery juice,
and a lettuce leaf.
Should we tell your housemate?
No, I think Fernando has his own agenda, what with all those mongeese and crates of surgical
gloves and all, he might be a little preoccupied.
Whoa, I wouldn’t dream of disturbing something so hideously erogenous.
Agreed, in fact, he is to be avoid at all costs.
No, what we need is someone not affiliated with the animal smuggling racket.
I saw Party Panda a while back.
He said he’d be down at the Juice and Sausage all week, throwing peanuts at German tourists.
Sup losers?
What’s shaking?
Oh uh, Fernanda, this is my, ummm, gay lover Steve who I haven’t seen for 13 years.
But my name’s Putty; we met at clown college.
Oh hi, I’m Steve.
This is really awkward, but then it’s been like this a lot recently since Gooseman found
me practicing my routine in his S&M closet.
Yah, I’m hitting the shower.
The shower’s in here.
So you want the goo.
Who said we wanted the goo, we didn’t say anything about goo?
Calm down Putty.
I invited her.
I told her while you were passed out.
Snowflake is an old friend of mine from my day’s at Tony’s Misty Man Den.
What’re you talking about?
I practical lived at Tony’s Misty Man Den and I’ve never seen her.
But I have seen you, doing your skrill dance, wearing your scuba mask, I see many things.
Okay, okay, let’s not reopen old wounds.
Now, about the goo; do you have any?
Some.
I could give it to you for a price.
Those Mexicans always polishing their tangerines.
I’m Mexican you jerk.
Wait, what?
What did he say?
I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you this jug of mysterious juice.
For the goo?
No, for free.
I don’t want it.
What’s in it?
It’s a mystery.
I honestly don’t know.
Ahhhhh.
Mystery juice, eh?
Very well, I will trade, but it better be good shit.
You boys have fun.
(weird sounds) I can’t see my hands!
They’ve fallen off!
Help me!
They’re in your pockets you fool.
I’ve got to get out of here!
(screaming) Follow him, he knows where I left the keys to the hovercraft.
Yah, go on, fuck off you freaks!
Lettuce leaf, go!
Wouldn’t the smoke bombs have been more appropriate?
It’s too late for regrets.
Get off the road.
(screaming) You fool, this city will eat you alive!
(slowed down screaming) Well, fuck my crabs and call me Maximus, he’s dead.
Run Maximus!
Hey, fuck weeds!
This is piss, you made me drink piss!
Really?
Hey, you two.
Stop right there.
(scream) It burns.
Follow me, I know a safe place.
This is a nifty little space.
What do you use it for?
Torturing my enemies mostly.
Oh, uh, I didn’t realize you were home.
Get the fuck out damn it!
Yah, I’m hitting the shower.