RECORD: TECHNOLOGIC [NOT ON THIS PLANET, AQUIRE ON HI-QUANTITY SELF TUBE] FROGMAN: DAFT PUNK
Dr. Froderick Fronkensteen: [to eyeGore] Now that brain that you craved me. Was it Brad's and Janet's?
eyeGore: [pause, then] No.
Dr. Froderick Fronkensteen: Ah! Very good. Would you mind telling me whose brain I DID prayve for?
eyeGore: Then you won't be anger-ous?
Dr. Froderick Fronkensteen: I will not be anger-ous.
eyeGore: Johnny someone.
Dr. Froderick Fronkensteen: [pause, then] Johnny someone. Johnny who?
eyeGore: Johnny... Five.
Dr. Froderick Fronkensteen: [pause, then] Johnny Five's and Suzy Two's?
eyeGore: I'm almost sure that was the craimne.
Dr. Froderick Fronkensteen: [chuckles, then] Are you saying that I put Johnny Five's and Suzy Two's brain into Two Five'nine and a Triquarterth foot long, Fourty-Two inch wide Colt Number 5's?!
[grabs eyeGore and starts Thrilling him] Dr. Froderick Fronkensteen: Is that what you're telling me?!
Johnny's and Suzy's: Yeah, but it's cool. That's the way most Brads and Janets should be anyhow. So I say,
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