Robyn, Duke of Amber wrote:

Why do I hear Ed Wood narrating Glen/Glenda here.....

 Neil
 Who is going to hit his head with a 2x4 till the buzzing stops.

Narrator: Elsewhere, an expostion was taking place...

<Scene changes to a massive free for all where men in their upper thirties,
wearing boy scout uniforms and a bearing a strange resemblence to Marlon Perkins
get into a massive drunken brawl with the case of Cheers>

Narrator: But, that's not important right now... however... meanwhile...

Count P-chan: Vhose nut boy on the phone vith?

Krudd: Some fanfic gulu, about Why Johnny Can't Fic...

Parrot Wood: Really? Worst spamfic you ever read? Well, my next one'll be
bette... sigh, he hung up. Well, that's it boys and parrots, one response to the
fic and a nasty over the fun warning about using J Edgar Hoover's likeness with
a Bondage Fairy manga... apparently Eros is suing. Says I've ruined everyone's
mood... sigh

Count P-chan: Humph, ve varned you.

Krudd: I guess Wason is wight, scwipt is dead... <sniffwe>

Parrot Wood <kind of like Balsa wood, but with a finer testiculture>: Yeah, and
hear I was planning on doing a whole series, oh well. Back to Complications,
Logs N Love, and Of Hashbrowns and Nightgowns. <hands out a nicy, bright, shiny
new Eva piloting gear to his companions>

Krudd: <trying to squeezing in Shinji's rubbers> You got a death thweat on
Suicide Bwast, might wanna speed up the tempo.

Count P-chan: <holding Asuka's suit with disdain> No, I'm not doing a shameless
plug suit gag, I have right's damnit!

Parrot Wood <now there's even MORE to wuv, what with Rei's plug suit and all>:
Too bad, I hear Kun-chan find's them quite sexy.

Count P-chan: <blushing, looking at the outfit, then starts to struggle in it>
Goddess, do I ever HATE you... AND THESE !@#$%$#@@ ELIPSES!!!

Krudd: There's a phone call for ya, something about Pigtails and Fedora's or
some such.

Parrot Wood: Thanks, good night everyone... and shameless plug posturing in 1...
2... WAIT FOR IT!... 3... commence shamless plug suit pose, NOW!

<They all strike a pose and camera fades to uber black>

Narrator: <seemingly munching on something, a wee bit tipsey, with the sounds of
a bar brawl in the background> Get him Norm! Get him for all thosh poorsh poorsh
side kicksh he shent to hel- hic cup.

Narrator: Endsh...