Mystery Fanstuff Theater 3000/The World's Greatest/14

It's like a rap song

TRANSCRIPT

{Open to the two. Quint is lying on his back, his belly massive. He has food found his mouth}

QUINT: Urrrgh. Man, I neve knew you could cook like that.

HENRY: Fried puppy. An old family recipie!

QUINT: What is your families name anyway?

HENRY: I'm a proud member of the Kendin clan.

QUINT: Henford Henry Kendin. Your name is dumb.

HENRY: No more dumb than a hostile koala bear traviling with his sentient helicopter buddy flying from a European microstate to America's most boring state.

'QUINT: ...Indiana?

HENRY: No, Maine.

QUINT: Oh.

HENRY: Why are we going to Maine anyway?

QUINT: Oh, that's easy.

HENRY: Why then?

QUINT: Uhh...Because....uh...I'm going to shower.

HENRY: Can't you just shed your skin?

QUINT: No, that's not excusey enough.

{End}