Oh my god!
I just found an old trailer for a lost film,
called Flying Fuckernauts versus the Astro Bastards!
And this would've been a phenomenon in the world of cinema.
This is the kind of stuff I wanna see.
This is what life's all about.
Now I don't need to say anything else, just sit back and watch.
In the year two thousand..
In the year two thousand fif...
In the year NINE MILLION AND NINE!
(Old Sci-Fi Sounds)
I have detected new life forms on this planet.
Let us make contact.
(sexual giggling)
(high five)
Flying Fuckernauts versus the Astro Bastards
The Fuckernauts,
intergalactic horn dogs,
warriors of procreation.
Spreading their seed,
throughout the far reaches of space.
The Astro Bastards,
foresaken offsprings of the Fuckernauts,
rebel wrath childs preparing for war!
The conquest of our dead beat dads must END!
They fucked our ancestors!
Resulting in the rest of our generations getting fucked!
Now we are so fucked up!
It's time to have our revenge!
(Group up-roar) - KILL the Fuckernauts!
In pursuit of the Fuckernauts,
The Astro Bastards embark on a cosmic clusterfuck.
Robot: Captain which course should we take to intercept the Fuckernauts?
Uhh, just follow the galactic position system!
Robot: Yes captain.
The Galactic Positioning System: Make a right in two parsecs.
(Slightly loud-ish booms)
Robot: It's taking us through an asteroid field.
Why'd you trust that thing!?
WHAAAA!!!!! (Yelling)
When science meets senselessness, the future becomes obsolete!
Prepare the shields.
Prepare... full on torpedo attack
"Bing"
(Laser and explosion sounds)
Oooh. You stupid fucking idiot!
Why, did you put the shields up when firing torpan torpedoes..
(Screaming)
(Grunting)
(Explosion)
(Beep Boop Beep)
We are receiving a signal from an oncoming vessel,
they are requesting visual communication. - Agree to it.
(Turning visual communications to eleven)
(Beep Boop)
(Laughter)
How do you like that visual communication?
No negotiations ... FIRE!
Robot: Yes Captain.
The Galactic Positioning System: Software update version 88.9.1.2.1.1. - Robot: Stand by, another update.
We just updated that thing last week!
We are sorry,
we'd like to call a truce.
May we beam aboard to bring you a gift?
Accept... (malicious)
(pew pew pew)
(Shit Splatter)
Robot's Captain: Eeeeww
... o god what is that?!
(Fuckernauts laughing)
That was the BIGGEST shit I ever took!
The search for intelligent life... may never end.
( Lots of booms and pews)
Uh.. uh.. why don't this thing work?! AAAHHHH!!!
(Splat)
See it with "Munky Fuck",
and "Thunder Fuckers"
A triple fucktuple feature.
My favorite is "Munky Fuck".
This city is fucked.