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I am considering that I should consider Robot Chicken as a source of comedy intake based upon those who have offered their considerations. But man, Aqua Teen dialogue for the win.
Robot Chicken is like Liquid Television (the show where Aeon Flux and Bevis and Butthead got thier start) only with FAR more pop culture refrences. I miss Liquid TV... I miss Stick Figure Theatre....
Like RC, a lot of the 'sketches' were hit or miss, but when they hit they hit hard.
Skylark_King wrote:Robot Chicken is like Liquid Television (the show where Aeon Flux and Bevis and Butthead got thier start) only with FAR more pop culture refrences. I miss Liquid TV... I miss Stick Figure Theatre....
Like RC, a lot of the 'sketches' were hit or miss, but when they hit they hit hard.
Yeah. I thought the transformer one where Optimus Prime had prostate cancer would've been better if he had a bad car part that was analogous to the human prostate. If there is such a part.
I remember Liquid TV. Too bad MTV doesn't show anything good anymore. But that's a different topic.
Frylock: [after placing Carl's head on the machine] I give you the ultimate in military hardware! Complete with laser cannon, indestructible titanium exoskeleton, and motion activated plasma pulse rifles.
Master Shake: And you're gonna plug him in?
Frylock: You're right. Damn, what the hell was I thinking?
Meatwad: Fudge.
Frylock: That's not an F-bomb.
Meatwad: Fudge you.
MF Doom wrote:Aiyyo, I know this dude right
Carl, he wore tight blue sweats but wasn't glued too tight
All he had upstairs was a crude light
You think that's weird? He lived next door to a food fight
Howdy Danger, much obliged for the beat God
Even though you still eat lard, by the Meatwad
Mesquite charred, speakin of which or who
Voice all squeaky like they tuned it up a pitch or two
A chunk of burned up witch's brew, get your crew
See if they can't get past the stench of the stew
It stank like a septic tank full of big poo
He mostly only turned into a frank or a igloo
Switch your view to the brother with the fried dreads
Not to be confused with the incense selling thai heads
His name rhymes with Mike-Cock
You could call him livewire, eye sockets, Frylock
Able to shoot electricity through his eyeballs
And blast all through your single sided brick and drywall
More interesting than professional wrestling
When he's online, you can find him on Instant Pestering
What's up with your boy? He's not a soft or hot drink
Whoever don't like it could suck his straw, it's hot pink
On some junk like Gucci on a classy ho
Might splash you in the face with nuclear pistachio
Make a fast break, or that'll be the last mistake
that ass'll make is what you get for messin with Master Shake
Look out, don't block the screen son, lunge across
Tryin to watch [Adult Swim], "Aqua Teen Hunger Force!"
Rock this cult hymn, sock your mean younger boss
Psht - [Adult Swim], "Aqua Teen Hunger Force!"
He often wondered, should he get the logo tatted to his woody?
He could be "#1 in the hood, G!"
Easily