Hydrogen: I wish she had gone into "Kombat mode" instead, then she could have yelled "GET OVER HERE" and torn his still-beating heart out with her bare hands.
Hydrogen: At least this is a short break from the unending boredom of the other 600 hours of desert-hiking footage.
Trillaphon: Did you know this movie was actually adapted from the wildly popular TV version?
Hydrogen: There's a TV show?
Trillaphon: Well, I dunno if you could call it a show, exactly; it's more like the Iranian equivalent of that 24/7 yuletide log channel. "Moods of the Desert - Ambient Sandscapes for Every Occasion."
Hydrogen: I dunno, that sounds more like a Kenny G album title to me.
Trillaphon: If only Kenny G were a smelly goat-herding nomad instead, just think how much better the world would be.
Hydrogen: You're just trying to get a death-sentence fatwa put on you at this point, aren't you?
Hows about you, me, and five uncomfortable minutes in my basement apartment next to the dusty Christmas tree that's still up from my last visit with my estranged children.
The Upper Kitchen Cabinet Where Your Roommate Keeps His Food: You’ll 'need the footstool' to reach your roommate’s 'fine selection' of 'stale cereal,' but he'll never notice if 'only a little is missing from each box.' Feel less guilty by reminding yourself that Jeff 'acts weird around your girlfriend,' and always 'asks about her.' What a 'creep.'
This ain't your daddy's globe...! .... or is it?!
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