E_B_A:
In fact, if SciFi were repsonsible at all, you would never see these infomercials.
Artanas:
"Hee hee! I just remembered where I left my broomstick!"
E_B_A:
"Iiiiiiiiiiiit's BACON!"
Reynard_T_Fox:
"So there I was, lying naked on highway 40 covered with peanut butter and...what? You wanted an amazing story, didn't you?"
Occupant:
Looks like Don sat on the desk pen again.
E_B_A:
That's the third 800 number Don's inhaled in a week! Surely that's doing something to his brai-er, forget I even brought it up.
Laserblast:
I always like this part of the infomercial, when Don has a violent manic-depressive mood swing and beats the crap out of the cue-card boy.
E_B_A:
Hippie:
Order now and receive HELMETS OF POWER! Allow you to communicate telepathically with anyone! (WARNING: This may be complete and utter bullshit)
E_B_A:
"Hi! I'm God Lapre! Imagine all the horrible souls you could bring to salvation simply by placing cheap ads in newspapers across the country!"
E_B_A:
"If you're stupid and you know it clap your hands!"
Artanas:
"...and here's a word from our spokesman, Flesh Puppet Don!"
E_B_A:
"Ha! Rock beats scissors! Call! Just call!"
MedusaD:
"S'cuse me, gotta see if my sheets are dry."
E_B_A:
"So, father, do you like my new decor? It's the Shroud of Turin." "The- the shroud?" "Had to scrub really hard to get the stains out, though..." *GASP!*
Mr13:
"And what supple, sweet and firm equity."
Artanas:
"I always hated you Lambchop! Die! Die! Die! Diiiiiiiiie!" "Dad?"
I DON'T GET IT!
Dibbley:
Comes with razor, mirror and straw. MAGIC!
KINGDINOSAUR:
"If John Henson doesn't deliver the ransom money, say adios to senor sock."
Artanas:
"I am the Amazing Asso. I tend to make things disappear. Where does it go? Well, can't tell you, we're on TV."
Dibbley:
At home liver transplants. Not surgery... MAGIC!
