. . .

rant again

All right, that's enough! That's enough! You've pushed me far enough young man,

(Woman.)

Oh. Um. Right. You've pushed me far enough young woman, now you're getting punished.

(I think I should just state for the record here, that this was orginally based off a Cheech & Chong sketch, but is being mutilated entirely out of recognition right at the beginning, so there isn't much point in giving them any credit.)

But I am Cheech! Or Chong!

(No, you aren't. You're the sick imaginings of a twisted mind. You are simply a construct for the purposes of being an adversary of some kind, easily created and just as easily destroyed.)

Oh yeah, I bet you feel all high and mighty, hotshot!

(I do my best.)

You're only one too, you know.

(No I'm not. I'm the original.)

<No. I am the original.>

*No no no no me me me me*

[Look. None of you know what you're talking about. I'M the obvious creator here. Just look at my brackets. They're squared. The obvious attributes of a creator are square brackets, so I must be the creator.]

{No, no, no, the obvious attribute of The Creator are curly brackets.}

(You're all insane figs, you know that, don't you.) <A chorus begins chanting hymns in the background.>

{So now you have a disciple.}

{No way.}

Nuh uh.

*Okay. Hail hail hail hail hail hail.*

{Snow.}

Hell with you all anyway.

{Oh you shut up, <>. You'll follow whoever last spoke.}

<Well, I am easily led. My mother told me I would grow up to be a leader, but all I've done is mindlessly obey anyone my whim leads me to follow.>

Well, I for one am sick of the whole business.

[You're right. Let's go off and do actual work.]

*Not me!*

<Fine. All except ** walked hand in hand into the sunset.>

*And I stayed behind and ruled them all.*

<Yeah. Right. Whatever.>