after a nap induced from a small heart-attack resulting from the tasering -- Leonardo woke up --
'dude, sorry about that, it was an accident!' said Michelangelo .... Leonardo gave him the benefit of the doubt and climbed into the front part of the van and started sketching a new artwork.
'whatcha working on?' asked Michelangelo as he checked his navegator for distance remaining to South Park: 203 miles.
'i call it: insistence for shit, here i have-a (and now Leonardo began talking with a faux Italian accent like the cartoon guido selling you pizza on a TV near you) ... here i have-a the truth-a -- she's a sitting here by the side of the road -- and here the crowd is a runnin' for the shit -- ignoring the truth-a with all her beauty and the crowd is a crushin-itself fallin-over-itself-a trying to rub itself in shit-ta like so many pigs.'
'nice,' said Michelangelo.
'Michelangelo, before we stoppa in the South Parka -- i wanna buy some sausages to give to the creators as a blessing-a from me to them-a.'
'can do, lemme see if there are any sausage stores programmed into this thing,' said Michelangelo checking his navegator.
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