Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Blimey!




At least the Control Room seems in order. Listen carefully, Donovan. Bramwell B. Bramwell is an extremely dangerous bird. I won't even tell you what that bugger did to our associates Carrot Top and Chucky.


Blimey!


As soon as that elevator door opens and you see Bramwell, pull that lever there and he'll be trapped in an interphasic transdimensional bubble.

Hunky-dory. And then what?


The we pull this lever 'ere and bury 'im in polar ice. That way the earth's magnetic field will trap the bubble forever between time an space.

That's the dog's bollocks, it is! North Pole or South Pole?


South. Father bleedin' Christmas raises bloody hell whenever we dump one up his way.

Jolly good!


OK, now. Get ready. 'Ere it comes ...

POOF!

Blimey!


Bloody hell!



I take it we are not dead?

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